Knot

Wake up with that knot of dread in my stomach, that dark disquiet that makes you want to tell the day to go away. Still freezing cold, you swing yourself out of bed, get disappointed to realize that you forgot to get porridge at the shop yesterday, and have to have two slices of toast instead. It's going to be one of those days; long and melancholic (a 10 - 7 shift at the call centre today) and when 7:00pm finally comes I'm off to see noisy post-industrialist legends band the Swans in town.