My wife successfully defended her master's project Monday. That means that she can now put "MPH" after her name ("master's in public health" not "miles per hour"). It confounds me that I have been able to surround myself with such intelligent people in my life, despite the fact that I am an insufferable moron.
Speaking of which, this could have been about me. That would make a lot of sense, actually. Offhand I can name no less than 40 people who would have written that at some point, and that's without considering the air hockey community.
It depresses me that this is not already a law.
For once, Bill Clinton is off the hook. This time Jeff Jarrett* is to blame.
I'm not sure who is to blame for Ricardo's awesome haircut.
Apparently Italy is not in Europe and Honduras is in Italy.
I was lying in bed last night and came up with an idea for a post about all the places I've lived. I have called no less than 17 spots "home" in my short and relatively uneventful life. None of those places are particularly exciting, mind you, but it just seems like a lot of shuffling about to me.
Either way, I abandoned that idea because I decided it would be too much work. I may still do it someday, though.
Do you ever have those moments when you start talking to someone and then you look at them and realize that they are paying no attention to you, so you just sort of trail off and feel extremely stupid? That happens to me a lot.
Good name for a band: Ruthless Meth Addicts
*Jarrett is a pro wrestler who famously hits people with guitars.