Awake

Ready for God Knows What

5:27 am, Thursday.

I'm awake.

In my dreams I was having a nervous breakdown. For the time being, anxiety held its position within the boundaries of my subconscious.

I really was awake. It seemed early; it was still dark outside. The window was open and it was quiet, too. Still, even.

Still awake. I twisted my head around looking for red glowing digits: 5:29 am. Why was I awake? Oh yeah, nervous breakdown in dreams. LSAT tomorrow. Been relaxed all week. Calm. Cool. Collected. (At least on the outside.) I guess now its time for the game face.

I journaled for an hour and a half, attempting to eradicate any easily accessible mind clutter. Drafted a letter to a professor I haven't contacted in seven years which turned in a minor narrative on my life since the turn of the millenia. Remember me? Please do, because I need a letter to you to convince admission committees of several law schools to think I'm a good fit for their school—at least compared to the other poor saps who completed their application around the same time as I did.

Tomorrow is one of those milestone days. Tomorrow, I take the LSAT, the Law School Admission Test. It's one of those days that you wish wasn't as important as it is. (Please be a good day. Please be a good day.)

I walked to the transit center this morning ahead of schedule. This is a rare occurance and I felt justified in thinking, "Maybe I am ready for tomorrow."

I think I'm ready. For what? Triumph or tragedy or something in between. God only knows.