I have these big piano-playing hands. I feel like I should be picking potatoes.

I feel like I always have someone watching my back.

No one has ever bought me underwear, and I'm a little bummed about that. Maybe it's not such a big deal any more.

I feel like when you have an unauthorized police badge and something that looks like it could be a concealed weapon in the small of your back that when you, someone crosses you, pisses you off, road rage, I think just the slight badge and the little moving away of the jacket and not losing eye contact does amazing things.

I used to get out of bed sometimes and feel depressed and watched a lot of reruns on TV to get over it. I should have allowed myself to be a little more human and not worry about trying to be a superwoman.

Without a piano I don't know how to stand, don't know what to do with my hands.