This is a great Ben Folds song that got lost on an album of half lyrical songs and half concertos. Three of the songs were instant favorites of mine, this is one. I blasted this yesterday on my drive home from downtown. The lyrics are simply perfect. When he sings “mythical holy good guy—” wow. Because that’s how we view a lot of people. And no one is.

Here’s “Capable of Anything.”

I’m down. It was a very bad day.

I played the long version of “Cold Little Heart” while driving home from a surgeon’s office. It’s a long song. I listened and for the first time I caught this:

This is how I feel right now.

I’m convinced Lizzo is the closest thing to Aretha Franklin we.’really going to get. She sing from the heart and raps the way Aretha would y’all through her songs.

Here’s an acoustic “Cos I Love You.”

And btw, I know Ive misnumbered posts lately — I’m fixing it.

Please add “I don’t wanna ho no mo” to your everyday vocabulary.

I had an MRI today. I know what you’re thinking: why does she get to do all the fun stuff? I’m hashtagblessed.

I thought I’d had an MRI before, but it was a CT scan. I was not prepared for the techno party that is the MRI room, nor was I dressed appropriately. They had me remove my jewelry and change into a drab gown, lock my stuff in a locker, and walk into the MRI room. It was what we used to call a house music beat, then once I was halfway in the tube, it was on.

Sounded something like this.

19 Democratic candidates visited the Iowa Democratic Party’s Hall of Fame yesterday to deliver a five-minute campaign pitch to a throng of state party activists — and they hit the stage with a walk-out song of their own choosing, per TIME’s Lissandra Villa:

Michael Bennet: “The Rising,” Bruce Springsteen

Cory Booker: “Lovely Day,” Bill Withers

Steve Bullock: “Small Town,” John Mellencamp

Pete Buttigieg: “Never Giving Up,” Batchelor

Bill de Blasio: “Rudie Can’t Fail,” The Clash

John Delaney: “I’ve Been Everywhere,” Johnny Cash

Tulsi Gabbard: “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough,” Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Kirsten Gillibrand: “Good as Hell,” Lizzo

Kamala Harris: “Work That,” Mary J. Blige

John Hickenlooper: “Good Life,” OneRepublic

Jay Inslee: “Mr. Blue Sky,” Electric Light Orchestra

Amy Klobuchar: “The Bullpen,” Dessa

Beto O’Rourke: “Clampdown,” The Clash

Tim Ryan: “Old Town Road,” Lil Nas X feat. Billy Ray Cyrus

Bernie Sanders: “Power to the People,” John Lennon

Eric Swalwell: “Caught Up in the Country,” Rodney Atkins

Elizabeth Warren: “9 to 5,” Dolly Parton

Marianne Williamson: “Higher Ground,” Stevie Wonder

Andrew Yang: “Return of the Mack,” Mark Morrison

Based on the above, I will either be voting for Kamala or Kirsten. Come on — “Good As Hell,” Kirsten? You get me, you really get me.

And Beto, We get it, you’re SO punk rock.

De Blasio, you are not punk rock, nor is your name Rudie. Stop.

This one’s for Kirsten.

Big Little Lies Season 2 starts tonight!

That’s right. You know what that means — cute Mr. Adam Scott and my favorite theme song, “Cold Little Heart” by Michael Kinwanuka is back.

I’m having a bad day. Bad late last night. Painful night. Painful day. Painful night again. Physical pain — extreme osteoarthritis in my right knee. Probably getting a knee replacement next month — hopefully seeing who is supposed to be THE GUY to see in my area soon. Bad mood now. We all have them, but I’m tired. I’m tired of being in pain. Being sidelined from a lot of stuff. Of dreading stairs, curbs, looking for steps down where they’re hard to see because I know if I don’t step up or down with my left knee first, my left is not reliable.

And tonight my husband brought me home ice cream. I don’t eat ice cream often. I used to, but haven’t in years. Unless it’s a special flavor I want to try or to get vanilla to go with a cobbler. It’s 10:37. I waited to get some after watching a movie, did a sink full of dishes, threw away watermelon rinds, then got out the ice cream. There’s barely enough for a cup.

And some Facebook stranger commented something beyond dumb in a comment I mentioned a friend in. It was in regard to an event where an actor who plays a character we don’t like (and joke about) will be appearing. I wrote “hey, *friend’s name,* here’s something we can skip.” Dumb commenter wrote “just like your comment.” AND I WANTED TO WRITE: “except you didn’t skip it, you read and commented on it, therefore your comment makes zero sense.” BUT I DIDN’T.

My nerves are gone.

This is a placeholder for a real post I’m working on for later. It’s a good placeholder, though.

Did I tell y’all I’m going on vacation next month?

This is something I need to work on. Sometimes I talk bigger than I am on the inside as a defense mechanism. It’s the armor I put on. It’s what I believe, it’s honest, but what I’m working toward. I have a long way to go, as do we all. I hope we get there along the way. That’s why I write. It’s for self reflection, working things out, and sharing whatever I’m thinking or feeling. It’s a good thing.