(She totally did not do anything of the sort. When I would have bimonthly meltdowns about what graduate school track to pursue, she would very helpfully place a pillow under my head so that the banging wouldn't hurt my little confused skull. And then she's tell me that she had, in fact, gone to law school. And she had, in fact, been an attorney. And I would, in fact, want to kill myself. I finally started listening to her.)
Anyway. Now that Souter has decided to go hang out in the woods with his
So. President Obama. I know we haven't exactly been on fantastic terms for the past hundred days. I may have had to get drunk the night you were elected and maybe said some things to my sister I regret deeply. But you could totally appoint me! I'm cute, and personable. The Senate Committee would probably let me through (meh, at least I won't swear at them in a Sicilian dialect like Scalia).
Also, I kind of feel like there should be a total turncoat appointed. Because it would be major judicial poetic justice. Ahh. My favorite kind.