Am all jangly. Had mindless fun sharing Jesus Christ Superstar with friends via twitter earlier. But the Family Camp catering issues are worrying me - some progress with emails tonight but it's not ideal. And then there's the rubbish I've yet to put out.
And I'm just feeling this yawning existential emptiness - like there's a hole in the bottom of my soul*, and I'm leaking out into empty space. Blackness leaking into blackness. Stupid stuff. I'm not suicidal - not at all. But I'm certainly a bit glum.
*this is a poetic construct or metaphor, since I no longer believe in such a thing as a 'soul'