nerves

Hoo boy. In two and a half hours I enter the lion's den, otherwise known as the school courtroom, to argue before "The Supreme Court of the United States" (really just eight professors) for the Moot Court Competition. I've been honing my arguments for two days, and last night I dreamed about the Constitution. It was chasing me, and I couldn't shake it. As soon as I'm done I have to construct arguments for the opposing side, to be given tomorrow. 12 minutes of pure hell. Wish me luck!