32 hours to go

So this is it. Thirty-two hours until the bar exam. I feel like an alien is going to pop out of my stomach, like Alien or Spaceballs, but in my case it will not kill me or start singing Al Jolson but will instead recite the rule against perpetuities ("no interest is good unless it must vest, if at all, not later than 21 years after some life in being at the creation of the interest") dressed in a black robe and a white barristers wig while banging a gavel against my forehead before preceeding to tell me that its been weeks since I've had my eyebrows done and I should really think about doing something with my hair because it has absolutely gone to shit.

Ugh. Tell me when it's over.