In reflecting on my day, I realize that I wasn't just a dork when I met Wil Wheaton. I managed to be a dork before meeting Will Wheaton too. My brain is in sad, sad shape. I think I'm starting to turn into a zombie, quite frankly. This is probably par for the course, although BarBri only said that we were allowed to be jerks in July, not the living dead. So I may be taking liberties here.
In any case, my hopes for being massively productive this weekend have been dashed on the rocks of reality. While there's plenty to do, it was clear I needed a rest before heading into the home stretch. I did do a little studying yesterday, but today and tomorrow I'm mostly taking off.