The world is treating me bad. Misery.
I can't tell you what's going on, but if you were to guess, you'd probably be in the neighborhood of being right. I can't ask your advice, and I can't expect your sympathy.
John is fine. My dad is presumably fine (and I must remember his birthday next week!). Tuffy is fine. The online world is fine.
To hear some people tell it, I'm not fine. They're not entirely wrong.
To say more would be to cross boundaries I've set for myself, so I won't.