Serious Trouble

How I feel is all I have to go on so when I don't feel good I am in serious trouble. And: why should I work? Nobody pays me. It does me no good, makes me no friends, takes me no wonderful new places. I have to do something besides read, watch films, and play the piano, I suppose, need to feel I am getting somewhere so I press on. Scratchy throat. Uh-oh!