Ouch. Attended a kickboxing class at the gym today. Haven't worked that hard, or sweated that much, since quitting gymnastics. It was great. Plus, an entire hour of imagining putting your fist through someone's face is a *great* stress reliever.

In other news, I'm up to 24 slides for my MS presentation. Haven't gotten any further with the actual writing of the paper, but I have more time for that. Plus, last night I actually managed to simulate populations that generated different sensitivities! (ok, so that probably doesn't mean much to anyone else, but take my word for it, it was very exciting!)

Guess that's all for now...need to finish another chapter before going to Sid's wake tonight (no, he's not dead. just his idea of a theme party).

Overheard Carrie on the phone this evening, saying, "Another really cool thing about Megan is..." Love my roommates. :-)

*sigh* My rejection letter from Berkeley was waiting for me when I got home. I kept saying that I wasn't really expecting to get in, but that was just an attempt to verbally keep my hopes from getting too high. I was definitely still entertaining fantasies of being admitted. At least it came on the heels of such a fantastic trip, so I really can't be all that upset...yet oddly feel like keeping the letter...why would I want to do that?