JUST FAXED IN MY GRADES. My conlaw exam was pretty fun this year. I had a question involving a nude dance club called “The House of Protest,” where the dancers had political slogans painted on their bodies a la the Dixie Chicks, and one where a “Senator Dick Saluspopuli” tried to ban gay sex under the Interstate Commerce Clause (best student line: “Although Chief Justice Marshall, in Gibbons v. Ogden, wrote that ‘commerce is intercourse,’ he did not write that intercourse is, therefore, commerce.”)

Grading is the worst part of my job by far. I’m glad to have it behind me for a few more months. Now comes Miller time. Well, actually I’m going to drink the last Redhook ESB, anyway.