This made me laugh.

You’re not and neither am I. Repeat if necessary.

I woke up this morning checking the clock over and over. It’s summer; the only thing I had to do today was take Andrew to a friend’s house and pick groceries and prescriptions. I stayed in bed for no reason. When I got up, I went to our bathroom to weigh myself and moved some clothes over with my foot. While doing this, I slammed my right ring finger in the linen closet door. On the first knuckle. The finger I had surgery on last year. I don’t think it’s broken. I put a thick Band-Aid on it to keep it straight and took some ibuprofen. I guess that’s what started my bad mood that turned into a depressed day. I even took a nap. Thought. Overthought things. I’m trying. As they say, it’s a process.

Feelings. Nothing more than feelings…

God, I hate that. Sometimes I think if I had an air hockey table I could knock down some emotion. I’m really good at air hockey and ski-ball, but I don’t think I could get a ski-ball machine in the house. Air hockey requires no emotion and little thought. And it’s fun. And I need to turn off sometimes.

I have to take some weight off and not just temporarily and gain it back. I had a hard time sticking with my diet after my gastric sleeve surgery. I’m counting calories and doing intermittent fasting now. I could easily stop eating meat, but I’m addicted to cheese, so I would have to find an exceptionally good substitute. And this would be purely for health reasons.

Plus, crack is vegan.

Sit down and shut up, it’s the new Michael Kiwanuka song. By know y’all know that I fell in love with his music after hearing him on Big Little Lies last year. His new single dropped today.

This is “Money.”

I sent this to a friend today, but I think a bunch of us could use it.

Love you, Dear Readers.

Best diet around.

O.J. Simpson joined Twitter and today tweets “I got a little gettin’ even to do” — his first tweet. I’ve said a lot of shit about him over the years, then not inviting him to our birthday luncheons, so I replied — just to be safe.

But seriously, he tweets that 25 years and two days after the murder of his ex-wife and Ronald Goldman.

25 years and two days.

“I got a little gettin’ even to do.”