Spring Break!  Yeah, no middle-schoolers for an entire week.  So why do I feel so stressed? And why am I wondering what the statistical probability of two people having the same birthday while writing a paper about the history of discrete mathematics meeting on a train traveling 75 m.p.h towards New York City could possibly be?
Oh yeah, I am in a Master's Program!  I am not actually on spring break, instead I have a whole week to read, write and compute for my program.  It is bitter-sweet my friend, bitter-sweet indeed.
All is not lost though.  Douglas and I enjoyed a fabulous date night last Saturday evening.  I was completely surprised.  He arranged for a sitter and everything.  We drove down to Hollywood to listen to live music at a little place called the Hotel Cafe.  It was one of those, someone he knows at work has a band, and was playing, and there we were, surrounded by twenty-somethings in fedoras.  It was a lot of fun.  And I learned that I need to get me some skinny jeans and some hot boots!  Boo-yah!
Happy Spring.