Reason #47 not to hate my Wednesday class

Today my lab partner got her boyfriend to give me a ride home from class, thereby cutting my commute time from roughly an hour and fifteen minutes to something like twenty-five minutes.

On a tangental note, what is with all the middle-aged female New Yorkers who refer to their middle-aged male partners as "boyfriends" and their middle-aged female friends as "girlfriends"? I've never heard this anywhere else. I mean, I guess it still makes a certain amount of sense for 20-somethings, but once you're pushing 50 I think it's safe to say that the terms "girl" and "boy" no longer really apply. Someone please explain this phenomenon to me.

Okay, off to gorge myself on the second disc of Dexter, which arrived today. Sympathetic serial killers FTW!

At this rate, I'm going to need a Dexter icon.

Okay, I just had to emerge from my Dexter binge to point out that his alias is Dr. Patrick Bateman, which is just about the most brilliantly subtle serial killer reference I've ever heard. Not, I suppose, that there are a whole ton of subtle serial killer references out there, but still.

Dear the Internets: If you are not watching this show already, you should be. Trust me on this. You'll thank me later.