Well, so one of the signs of my insomnia is that I start having weird fantasies. One of the signs that I'm not quite normal is that my fantasies aren't necessarily the usual type, but tend to involve sorites paradoxes (see earlier post) or Justice Scalia (no, still not those type of fantasies, thank God). This night's fantasy (courtesy of lightspeed briefs) was meeting Scalia, and so impressing him with my intellectual acumen that he offered to hire me as a clerk for my 2L summer. Obviously one of the most unlikely fantasies I've ever had. I need a less stressful profession...