And So It Begins...

In a half hour, I'll be somewhere I really don't want to be right now. But I can't avoid it. That's what sucks.

For what will most likely end up being the next four hours, I'll be sitting in a huge room, shaking like a leaf, sweating to beat the band and trying (most likely in vain) to keep my sanity, or what little of it I have left.

A bit of advice: Card.