I've done it again. I've agreed to fill in for the organist at church tomorrow, and the fear has hit. or rather, it's about to hit. I can feel it festering in the pit of my stomach, waiting for 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, when it'll rupture like a plague-filled pustule.


I'd go to bed and sleep my worries away, but I think I'd lie awake and panic all night instead. also, I keep hearing funny banging sounds. not sure if it's the back door opening and shutting in the wind or a serial murderer-rapist sorting out his knives in a closet somewhere.


maybe I'll practice the piano a bit now...