So, you remember that way I've been feeling lately?
At this point, all I can figure is that (and you should pardon the language) the gods must be fucking with me.
Barbra, new album of standards, tiny invitation/lottery-only concert at the Vanguard, right down the street from my old place and exactly but exactly the kind of thing I used to be genius at getting myself into. And here I sit at the edge of the desert, dreading the start of Ramadan.
I know it's not a problem in the scheme of things in the great wide world, but geez...