I was just packing dress clothes and listening to Joni Mitchell, and caught this lyric from "My Old Man":
"But when he's gone, me and them lonesome blues collide /
The bed's too big, the fryin' pan's too wide."
...and thought that Joni Mitchell really understands me, because this morning I definitely made a gigantic saucepan full of oatmeal and bananas and then was like ...right, I have to eat this all by myself.
I'm extremely full right now.