£60 Leccy bill ate my cushion and now I'm sat here in my daughter's old Celtic fleece with the heating off

Throat's pure mangled from this cold, two Lemsip and I'm still gagging on the taste. Had a proper decent run on cleobetra — was sitting pretty, you know? — Then that bill lands and suddenly the win's not mine anymore is it, it's already spoken for. Keep checking the app every five minutes like the machine's gonna give me permission to feel alright again.

Body's wrecked, money's tight again, and I'm still thinking one small deposit to "test if the luck's still there" wouldn't be desperate would it? Tell me I'm not pure stupid for feeling gutted when I'm technically still up.