I just got home from a work party. The migraine KO’ed me yesterday so I went to bed at suppertime, woke up at 1 in the morning, and then overslept. So it was a Major Effort for me to get up and get dressed but I told myself if I went, I could leave as soon as I wanted to.
I made it about an hour and a half. It just feels phoney to be smiley and social, like I’m putting on an act that the world must surely see through. Being back in bed even if I am on the verge of tears feels restful and natural.