Current mode of existence: Piles of books around me, amping up the anticipation-anxiety, hitting up the library one last time, and laying in a mass of SNACKS for the next three days. I will be writing, writing, writing. Under pressure, I actually love churning out the words, but the formality of the exam as a gateway to the rest of the profession is, even for me, a little nerve-making. Maybe a combination of these two pictures I took yesterday: 

"Come at me, bro! I've already got this web spun and I'm in it! Get wrapped in my knowledge!" 

Don't bother me I'm in my bag