Last night I was coming home from a long day on campus and I was sooo tired. I stopped for gas and got a cup of decaf too. I noticed on the way home that I was perking up. I came in and started chatting away to my husband about logistic regression. When I went upstairs to sleep and lay there wakefully instead, it dawned on me: that wasn't decaf. I tossed and turned and tossed and turned. I thought about getting up to study since I wasn't sleeping, but I figured I'd be better off resting in bed.
Now I am sooo tired. And I am on my own with four children until 7:00. Eek.
Have you ever had one of those moments in a class where you ask a question and no one understands what you are asking? Yesterday in stats class I learned something I will always remember, but in a rather painful and embarrassing way. I am trying to decide if I can tell the story in a non-boring way, since it involves the difference between odds ratios and relative risk (useful! fascinating! really!), but it will have to wait until my inner editor has caught up on sleep.
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