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We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.

We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.

We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.

We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.

Today's exam was an exercise in non-being. I ended up drawing blanks on names that I should have known cold.

It's no major disaster; I'll certainly not fail, but I could have done better. The dripping rain doesn't make things any better, either.

I'd say I was looking forward to Pacquiao v. Hatton this Saturday, but I have an exam that morning, too. UGH.

It’s over. I don’t feel too terrible about how I did on the LSAT. Exit polling (by some strange voodoo) seem to indicate that the first logic games section--which murdered me-- was the unscored experimental section. Hopefully, that’s the case. Even though the second games section was hard for me, I feel like I won a few more points there.

I think I had a pretty good innings. But I’ll only know if I’ve batted well enough to avoid the follow-on (as it were) in three weeks or so, when they release my score.

Went to see Welbilt last night. Seemed like a different crowd down at the local, but a Welbilt show is always a good way to unwind. I nearly didn’t make it through, though. I hadn’t realized just how exhausted I was. My dad had told me-- “rest up. The stress of the past few days has been getting to you.” I didn’t really believe him, but by the time the Welbilt boys started playing, I was really shattered.

Now we’ll see.