Weekday Regret

Just read what I wrote other night. So, so sorry to everyONE who read it. I was hammered and was feeling really bad. Me and the missus barely spoke yesterday (Monday) and not at all the previous day (Sunday). She's back in work and I'm back on me own with nothing to do.

I got a letter telling me I have a meeting in the Job Center. Something to look forward to. It's in 3 weeks though. No idea what to do untill then. Have to pick up unemployment benefit on Friday. Feel wierd about it. I've done no work these last 2 weeks so I feel like I don't deserve the money. Actually, that's the same feeling I had on Saturday in the pub and then when I was inside me missus that evening and then chowing down on that kebab. That's wierd. So, I suppose, maybe then, that I, perhaps, felt like I, probably, didn't deserve to be in the pub. I didn't feel like I deserved to be inside me missus. I didn't deserve that kebab. I think that's it :) I didn't deserve those pints! I didn't deserve to watch my team win! I didn't deserve my ejaculation! Jaysis! This is new territory to me. I've never thought about this kind of thing before. Actually, I don't think I've ever thought before. It feels good to think. There's a relly nice, warm sensation in my brain now..... Ah shit!! The bath's overflowing and dripping through the ceiling......