junkie

ok.  i admit it.  i have a problem.  a big one at that.  i am an olympics addict.  i watch every night and almost not upset that gilmore girls wasn't new tonight.  almost.  not quite.

nothing gives me greater shock and awe than the olympics.  first of all, i am still in awe that some things are a sport.  like bobsleigh.  or is it bobsled?  and why do they write on the tv bobsleigh but call it bobsled?  this shocks me.

it also shocks me to watch people wipe out, totally.  (still trying to bring totally back.)  holy crap do they wipe out.  they hit walls.  they hit ice.  they fall down mountains.  they land on their a$$es.  and yet, and yet, and yet they get right back up.  how do they do that.  well, there was the exception of the russian couple when she was limp on the ice.  limp and unconscious. 

and what is up with the italian ice dancers who didn't speak for what felt like a year.  the temps in my house dropped ten degrees when they were on tv.  and was it ever the funniest thing to watch.  talk about italian passion.

ok.  commercial break over.  need to snort me some olympics.