My sister in law Chrizelle gave me a kind note of good luck for the bar (with a Mr. Goodbar candy bar) and reminded me of Susan B. Anthony’s suffrage slogan: Failure is impossible. I love her optimism, and while failure is theoretically possible on the Virginia bar, I am sitting in my hotel room in Roanoke read to give it all I’ve got.
I’ve got my clear plastic baggie with all of my “approved items.” I’ve got my ergonomic keyboard and wrist braces. I’ve got at least a little bit of knowledge of all 26 testable subjects.
Wish me luck!