My doctor is a petite brown woman with long hair and purple lipstick. She tells me I have shingles. I feel like bugs are crawling all over my body.

I’m in a basement green room in Berlin and the lights are all red.

I think people are so complicated - myself, especially. I’ll never understand but I can pretend.

Four years ago I decided that all the men in my life had to be useful.

Technically, this is the first day of tour and I’ll be gone for three weeks this time. I don’t mind, I love traveling and performing. Another interview request. I love being on the road. Another meeting with so-and-so. It’s okay that my body is always tired and aching. Another photo op. I love my job. I will never complain.