badger badger badger

So there I was, in the Derby Dining Center eating a very unappetizing piece of pizza (since when does meat lovers mean that all you get is two pieces of sausage? it kinda freaked me out too, cause it looked like the pizza slice was looking at me....but that's just my normal paranoia), when I hear the table behind me start singing, "badger badger badger...mushroom, mushroom." It reminded me of the good old days - and it also struck me as a little odd that the table was singing. And then I discovered that there were people sitting there, and I'm like, well, if they're ok enough with a singing table to eat at it, then I guess I can handle it too. Did I mention that I was all alone in an 85 degree F lab all day?? And that it's been raining all day? And it's supposed to rain all weekend?? I think I need a vacation...or some medication...