The Olympics are entirely too distracting to get anything useful done. They are both the bane of my existence and the joy I look forward to every morning, afternoon and night. Writing, study, chores, yard work. They all go by the wayside while the Olympics are in progress. The good intentions I've woken with every morning over this past week are no match to the lure of a flatscreen filled with young athletes who've already accumulated more glory in their young lives than many of us will in a lifetime.
It's damned depressing now that I think about it, and yet I'm still watching.
That's all. I'd write more, but...well, you know. The Olympics are on.
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