Every Tuesday morning, I get up at 4:00am and pull on some clean clothes, make some coffee, and head off into the night, arriving at work by 5:30am where I build book displays and set up new sales.
Then, somewhere between 1-3pm, I head home and somewhere between 2-4pm, I am passed out napping, waking between 10pm-12am.
Today I went to lunch with LM at 3pm so I was asleep by 4:30pm. In what I consider real growth, I managed to wake up all on my ownie at 8:30pm. Don't laugh. This is like a toddler taking those first steps.
And boy am I glad I woke up! Oh the sparkles, oh the ruffled princess shoulders, oh the spandex. It is men's skating at the Olympics! What a feast for the eyes. And what a bunch of drama queens. Very athletic queens, but drama, drama, drama.
Say what you want about Weir, and people have said plenty, you have to give him credit for being honest. And fancy. I don't care if he ever wins a medal. He is more entertaining than a technically proficient skater.
Part train wreck, part athletic, part little bitch. He is the true triple threat.
Did you watch the prelims? That Italian boy wearing cover alls, with a perfect little Italian figure skating butt. Why did he have to ruin it by dressing all Montana on us?
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