It's this creeping sense of dread, rumbling sense of doom...a clandestine sense of trepidation and squeeze. I'm supposed to be doing something, but that something never opens the curtain. FFS, and other abbreviations.
It's like guilt without the penance. I havn't actually done anything...except miss work, eat yogurts and cry at the Dunkirk beach choir scene in ''Atonement''