Low.

Low.

Like, feeling the need to change your lottery numbers, a real urge, but somehow knowing it won’t make any difference. Still, you spend anxious minutes/hours, agonizing over numbers and their meanings. You feel an affinity for one number, then you remember that it’s the birthday of one of your bitterest enemies – no, that won’t do. Yet, still, why should they have any more ownership of that number than you? Especially if it’s going to win you the lottery.

So, you agonize.

But you don’t know.

And you feel low.