every Sunday I think is going to be my last day. Because each Sunday, I have this ear-splitting migraine that won’t let up. It’s usually accompanied by nausea and your typical hot flash. And I always ask God to let me live through it. But if i keep playing my cards wrong – and I have been – I won’t live through another Sunday. Morbid huh? well I’m a dark person. I wear black against a sea of colors. Like I’ve been in mourning all my life.