From the end of the road:
So tomorrow is the first day of the bar exam. Suffice it to say, I'm tired, gaunt, paler than usual (if that's possible) , sick of sitting in the same chair--reading the same notes--for twelve hours a day, and I can't get "Everybody Hurts" by REM out of my head. Yes, 'tis true what the Upstart Crow said of misery while bombasting out his blank verse: it acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
At least I can say that there is no longer a point to studying. I am as prepared as I'll ever be (notwithstanding the likelihood that I'll be taking this thing again in February).
Unfortunately, it only recently came to my attention that the bar review racket....um, I mean course, left the one question I had unanswered.
Where the f*&% is Blackacre?
Wish me luck, people. And if you're the praying type, well throw one of those in there too. I appreciate it.
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