damn the muse

Ok, I'm in panic mode. I won't deny it. So please, ignore this little ramble of mine as I try to convince myself that these next three days of hell will actually be worth it this time.

I should be leary of the migraine I'm going to get thanks to the stress. Stress. Bad.

I should be looking foward to Harry Potter 6, but thanks to Prof. Yin and his lovely rss feed, the book was just spoiled for me. Hello.

Thursday is almost here. On Thursday I will be an attorney. I may have to wait for the official announcement in November, but still. I have a good feeling about this, which isn't to say that I'm not dreading the difficulty of this exam. It's a bitch. The hours, the opening of pages, reading the questions and thinking, "what the fu..." Then reason steps in and the answer pops into my head. I'm determined not to be nervous, or anxious. It's not a conspiracy, and no, the court reporter and procter don't know the answers, so they don't know I'm an idiot. I can do b.s. And, I am going to own the MBE.

Tomorrow, Day 1 will pass me by and I'll go see a movie, maybe look over some flashcards and outlines, and just keep thinking about how smashed I'm going to get on Thursday. It will be a celebration.

Buena Suerte, all ya bar bloggers.