The cashier rang me up, saying, "That'll be $9.50 even."—one of those moments when you smile and pretend that that last statement made sense.

Later at PetSmart, that cashier rang me up, saying, "$14.00 even." I nearly paid an extra 50¢ purely for making sense.

We are listening to my iPod while in the car. Nick likes pointing out when a given song that I have ripped is from his library. "Lady in Red" starts playing, and he's all, "You took that from me!"

I question aloud, "Why would anybody have an entire album from Chris De Burgh anyway?"

"THAT'S HOW WE HAD TO DO IT WAY BACK WHEN."

After turning in my DNA homework, I yell to Nick downstairs,

"Does it scare you that I am so good at BS?"

"No, because I know when you are bullshitting."

(to myself, reviewing the breadth of my Biology writing assignment:)

"Well it scares me."

I begin my next block of classes today, and among them is a science class. I was twitchy and stressed out last night as I reviewed the course syllabus. Science is my poorest subject, easily. I voiced my concerns aloud and Nick replied, "What grade do you have to get to get reimbursement?" I replied that I needed a "C" or better. "Aim for a C." And with that, he turned back to the television.