Last day of the bar. . .

Yesterday was the worst part of the bar exam, yet I don't think I screwed it up too badly, which means that all I have left is the MBE, which I've been performing well enough on that I'm sure that it'll make up for any deficiencies I may have in the essays (hopefully none). My body feels like I've been steamrolled and my mind is a little foggy. . . but I'm going to do it.

But all I can think of now is who the hell eats $180 worth of eggs? Because that's how many I bought in my dream last night.