I hate that feeling when you feel like something is amiss, but you don’t know what. Argh.
The occasional musings of Andy Scheffler
The occasional musings of Andy Scheffler
I hate that feeling when you feel like something is amiss, but you don’t know what. Argh.
I hate that, too. I’ve had too many a sleepless night in that state of mind.
I hate it when I don’t think anything’s amiss, and then at the end of the day I find out something was. Ignorance is not bliss, I’ve found. (Unless it’s a perpetual state, which I’ve not been privileged to.)