Spent the day visiting dying friends in hospitals and nursing homes. God, it's depressing. The hopless inevitablity, the total loss of dignity. I'm sick of death. It's always death in my family. I was the last baby born anywhere in my entire family, and that was 26 years ago. The circle of life in this family is a ray-- it's only going in one direction. Death is saying good bye and letting go and moving on; three things i'm not good at (you'd think with all the practice i've had i'd be a flipping expert by now). I want to celebrate and shout for joy and hear the squawling of fat, pink babies. Someone give me some good news, please.