Celtic 2-0 down at HT and I still haven't touched my balance—what's wrong with me?

Aye lads, sat here with the work laptop open and the match on mute, watching them collapse into the same midfield black hole they always do against Rangers. 2-0. Should be raging. Should be the exact moment I open Cleobetra and chase that spike of something, anything, cos the weekend's already ruined yeah?

But I haven't. Still got that £340 win sitting in my head from March—proper hit, three days of dead spins then Cleobetra just unlocked. Screenshot's still in my camera roll, I check it sometimes like proof I wasn't always this... Whatever this is now.

Claire made toast this morning. Didn't ask why I wasn't eating proper. That's worse than a row, isn't it? When they stop asking.

The £80's still there though. DragonSlots took it Saturday night, told her I wasn't hungry for the dinner she'd planned. She just nodded. Went back to her phone.

Now I'm watching Celtic ship another goal and my finger's hovering over the tab I definitely didn't open at 9:45 this morning. The balance is still there from last night. £47. Not enough to matter, not enough to stop.

Anyone else get paralysed by the *good* wins? Like that £340 broke something—now I'm scared to touch anything in case it doesn't feel like that again, but also scared to leave it cos what if it evaporates while I'm staring at Celtic's defence falling apart?

Rangers fans probably having a field day. Suppose someone's winning somewhere.