Freudian Slip of the Day

I just got back from picking up a pizza. At the register, I impulse-bought a delicious-looking piece of baklava. While bantering and joking with the cashier, I said the following: "I love me some bakula."

That's right. Apparently, I have a deep-seated psychological obsession with Scott Bakula. (Which is odd, because I was indifferent to Quantum Leap.) This will require therapy.