Panic

Not only have I misplaced my credit card, but I've also realised that I am way behind on a number of pressing issues. I'm so stunned I can't scream. It's like that last moment before you squeeze the spring and the cow blinks because it somehow knows it, too, if not what comes after the explosive dark.

The optimists might say that look, there is a life raft just drifting by--the last one--if you're willing to throw out an arm, perhaps give it up, you might be able to catch it and be saved. In that, I have grim hope. A pittance of it, grim, yet extant.