It's in less than 2 weeks, in a cafe, in soho.
I think I'm subconsciously slightly stressed about it. I kept dreaming about the songs last night, after an intense but productive 2.5-hr practice/jam session.
I also recall overhearing something a couple friends were saying a few years ago, about how it's awkward and kinda cringing to see people who perform but they're not actually that good or funny or amusing or well-prepared. And I agree 99.9%.
OK maybe I'm slightly more than slightly stressed.
