It's Late. I'm Tired.

I started out my day feeling like I was in an episode of Numb3rs. Ever watch that show? They solve crimes through the miracle of math. It wasn't so much that I was in a crime drama, it was the fact that I was listening to a mathematician lecture on Regression, slope, F Significance, R2...the guy was very young, but looked nothing like David Krumholtz. Oh my. It has been (seriously) 20 years since my last statistics class. I remember nothing. Zippo. Nada.

But on the bright side, I got to end my day with this lovely man singing to me:

He is still in fine form, may I say. I think he did 5 encores. Awesome, Awesome, Awesome!