I am finally sitting upright, recovering from another migraine, this one pretty bad. I’m tired and weak and I don’t really want to talk about it. I have a poetry gig tonight and most of me doesn’t want to do it…I just don’t feel up to it, honestly. The rest of me says I have to, because this is what I love and this is why I’m fighting to feel better today.

I’m feeling down. I usually, almost always, feel down after a bad migraine. Serotonin, you know. The best and worst chemical in the body. It’ll pass. And come back. And pass again.

I really feel like it’s something I should read about tonight. I’ll give it a shot. See what comes out on the page. Hopefully something. At least something to make me feel not so…defeated, I guess.