Nothing.

I have become convinced that there is no more perfect balm for educationally induced stress than a half hour spent with Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer.

I spent the whole day milling about school, getting called on in Contracts (which I suppose wasn't that bad) and trying to wrap my brain around the vagaries of United States civil procedure, which may have been written by a group of confusing men and a very large bottle of scotch. Surviving only on a peanut butter sandwich, some sort of nut granola bar, and a cup of coffee. Then I spent some two hours at night sitting at Starbucks, once again trying to distill civil procedure into some sort of coherent, manageable framework. Lest I forget, there was also the contracts case I read that spent five pages poring over the correct interpretation of the word "chicken."

After all of that and a hellacious two weeks ahead, a show about nothing sounds like a very good idea.