A friend of mine just had a baby boy (or at least his wife did). They named the child "Seyton." Intentionally. Some of his family members are refusing to call the baby by his first name.
I tried to find a new bikini this afternoon. Then I came home and got smashed. I'm starting to think the two are related.
Update: I have successfully acquired swimwear. I think it helped to hear other women in the dressing room complain about how they need to go to the gym.
There's a particularly bad student in my E&M lab. He asks the stupidest, most random questions. Tonight when I was explaining how to take data he asked an exceptionally nonsensical question. I leaned over the lab table, squinted into his bloodshot eyes, and said, "Do you come to lab stoned? Because that would explain a lot."
I totally have a craving for Square One, but the few episodes and clips I've found online are crappy quality. Everyone go tell Seasame Workshop (formerly Children's Television Workshop) that they need to release it on DVD.