My Abnormal Psychology text book contains a copy of the DSM-IV. So far I've resisted the urge to crack it open and start diagnosing everybody I know. Mainly because I already did that when I discovered MentalHealth.com. Of course most of my diagnoses were pretty half-assed and meant for my own amusement, but I'm pretty convinced that Terrence's and my college roommate -- let's call her Suzie, because that's her name -- had (and most probably still has) Histrionic Personality Disorder. Which explains so, so much.

I wonder if I'll be one of those annoying Psych majors who goes around trying to apply what I've just learned in class to every situation I encounter. I bet I will be. I went through a phase after getting diagnosed with ADD where I was handing out ADD diagnoses left and right. "Oh, you're chronically late for work? I bet you have ADD." "You can't find that file? I wonder if you have ADD." "Hey, your socks don't match! You must have ADD!"

So, um, if you catch me doing that sort of thing once I get into my classes, feel free to tell me to please quit it right now.