Nerves of steel...

I am off to the library to prepare for my solo appellate argument today. I plan on spending the majority of my energy keeping my psuedo-Tourette's under control, and what's left over I think I will spend praying that there isn't a microphone and trying not to laugh nervously every time someone says a word that could, even under the remotest possibility, be dirty. I'm like a 5 year-old in a suit. Oh yeah, good times.