I took a night off last night. My G-Calendar was blissfully empty. My celly was't blowing up. Hell, I'd even read my assignments for Monday, so I didn't have undone school work hanging over my head. I made it a Blockbuster Night and then went to sleep around 1:00. As I was nodding off, my senses got a little blurred and I thought it was Saturday night and I was trying to decide which church service to go to the next morning.

Suddenly I was sitting straight up in bed, because--holy shit--I'd forgotten all about Interscholastic Moot Court auditions, and now I'd missed them! I nearly ran to my laptop, but, it was after midnight. There was nothing I could do about it at that hour. I convinced myself to just relax and go back to sleep and send an apology email in the morning. I'd dropped the ball on moot court. It wasn't the first time I'd dropped the ball on something in law school.

I snuggled down into my covers, happy that the weather had changed for the better and that I didn't have to run the AC for the first time since I've been in Austin. I had a dream about Tom Felton sitting next to me in Oil & Gas, and then later had a really bad dream in which all my teeth fell out, and sometime around 9:00 in the morning, my senses unblurred and I found myself once again sitting straight up in bed, because--holy shit--Moot Court auditions were actually in three hours.

Only twice prior to this morning have I ever jumped out of bed so fast. Once was evey Christmas morning until the age of about 14. The other was when I felt something crawl up my leg and it turned out to be a scorpion. So now I'm running around my room like a mad person because I can't find my backpack which hopefully has the moot court packet in it somewhere. It turned out that my backpack was actually in the living room, but the moot court packet was indeed in it, so I calmed down, convinced myself that I actually had about 45 minutes more that I could sleep before I really had to get up, and at around 10:00a.m., I finally started reading through the packet. Oral arguments only had to be about seven minutes long, so I just picked a side and jotted down some notes. In the end I decided that suits were not the Spawn of Satan, but more like his bosom buddy and, therefore, I could deal with wearing one for a half hour, and I headed over to the school.

My audition? Not bad considering that I'd first laid eyes on the packet a whopping two hours before I started arguing. Practicing oral arguments has never been my thing. My thing is to stumble through the notes I've prepared until the judges start asking me questions. Then I shine.

And by shine, I mean refrain from sucking.

PS- I spent two hours today trying to watch a 42-minute episode of Grey's Anatomy on ABC.com. That's an hour and 18 minutes of my life that I can't get back. Why can't I just get it on iTunes? Why? I would have gladly paid $2 for that hour and 18 minutes.