In a few minutes I will walk out of the law library across the catwalk to the main office of the law school and pick up my 24-hour take-home exam in Con Law. I'm so burned out at this point that I'd rather spend the next day of my life doing damn near anything else. Best of all would be to spend 24 hours watching episode after episode of Keifer Sutherland barking orders in a cell phone. But I'll save that for when I become a member of the Bar.
Con Law, by the way stands for Constipation Law--it's an emerging area. Not a lot of precedent, though. Every once in a while a big decision will come down.