"It turns out my mom is my biggest fan..." (Wide Awake) I just want to let the world know that my mom is now 43 and that I hope she has a happy birthday and fun, active year.

Aside from the fact that my mom is 43, I have probably sneezed at least 43 times today--and it's only 2 pm! Oy! I don't like being sick. Especially when the quarter is starting to wind down. Or is it winding up? Who cares. It's getting busy and I have roughly 43 hours of stuff to do before I can declare Spring Break.

And not that I want to brag but more because of the fact that leaving out important details can cause a journalist's demise...I have re-entered the world of dating. (Which at times can more resemble the Twighlight Zone, but in a good way, not in the scary, monster-on-the-wing, everybody-dies-in-the-end , the-spider-keeps-getting- bigger, original drama kind of way.) Her name is Jen, she's on the women's ultimate frisbee team, she's a business management major, and she's a good cook. How do I know? Because we've had dinner together something like 43 times since we met in December.

Ok, it's time for me to go take a nap (Dr Ike's orders). Consider yourself brought up-to-date because nothing much else happens up here...except for frisbee. Lots of frisbee.

Ike--I can sneeze 43 times louder than you