Well, I am trying out a new thing-- it is called actually writing on a regular basis. We'll see how long THAT lasts, eh? It will at least make it one day!

I have been overcome by Olympic Fever. There is no known cure, and it can only be treated with megadoses of cathode-ray tube exposure. The good news is that this virus runs its course in about 16 days or so, leaving its victims with no long-term damage.

I find myself saying things like, "Wow, that was a great routine, but the dismount did nothing for me. Did you see that hop-step? Tsk, tsk!" I am also developing weird crushes on beautiful looking young men at whom I would ordinarily not even glance twice. It's just the whole moment-of-glory effect.

Ah well, this too shall pass. In the meantime, it's back to the couch and those women's gymnatics scores!


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