Yes, this is how I felt. I had a whopper of a headache, but I still wanted to write on this page. So I scribbled sharp teeth and pointy lines. It actually reminded me of a piece I did in a college pottery class. I had such a bad headache that day. It probably was a migraine, but I didn’t know what that was back then. I pounded away at the clay and made spiky peaks. It was pretty abstract. I thought my teacher was mad at me for not doing something more productive. But while working in that clay, my headache went away. I smoothed the spiky stuff back into a ball to start fresh. My teacher came back around and asked me where the piece went that I was working on. I told her I mashed it up and she asked why. I told her my headache went away. She looked sad. I think she liked that spiky thing.