That meal last night — proper feed, phone actually face down, mates who don't know what cleobetra is

Weird feeling, init. Sitting there with curry and honest chat while it was 58 and pissing drizzle outside, and for like two hours I wasn't clocking withdrawals or chasing that hum. Cold's got me proper now though, throat like sandpaper, and of course that's when the brain goes "well the run's dead anyway, might as well..."

Still got that £20 sat in review from Tuesday. Live girl said under 500 same day if you're verified but here we are, six hours, watching the kettle boil and checking emails at 07:15 like it'll change something.

How's everyone else riding it this week? The up-and-proper-down, not the "responsible gambling" TED talk version.

Anyone else get that hollow after a good stretch? Not even losing, just... The colour draining out of it. Then someone mentions goldencrown cashback and you're off again.