The first, tiniest inkling you get that something, somewhere, has gone terribly wrong
And you know when that feeling grows over a period of time until it almost overwhelms you with it's promise of a mighty doom?
Well, I've been having the almost opposite of that.
Nothing is going wrong.
Things never go 100% right, not for anyone.
But, I've made it to the end of the financial month.
My creditors are satisfied.
I spent a whole lot of money at the start of the month. A fuckload, I believe the technical term is.
I've just eaten 2 manwiches and had a couple of glasses of wine.
I've got smokes.
I've not had to resort to contemplating selling one of my kidneys to make it to the next payday.
I'm up to date on my chores.
I had sex.
I've been all over the country.
I've been productive.
This feeling is totally alien to me. And I'm not feeling guilty about any of it either.
In all seriousness, nice going!