I'm back

It's 5:00am and I have now redeemed myself as an official night lurker. Reasons for this affliction? Perhaps insomnia, perhaps being a werewolf, perhaps dreading the images I'll see in my dreams (likely isn't the latter; Klum's been making regular appearances as of late). Whatever the cause, it is a non-issue, at least for the next week or so. But come next Wednesday, classes will officially start down at the Dub. I guess I'm looking forward to them. They'll certainly be a lot different than those wonderful, diverse courses offered at my former center of learning, East Meck. I look forward to comparing and contrasting.

Tomorrow (today) I must go work out at the J. I am getting miserably soft, and just plain miserable as a result. It doesn't help that The Olympics is on at this time, driving home images of world-class athletes with world-class bodies, and aside from that echoing to me that I should have continued swimming, if not for Olympic gold than at least for those eight-packs, bulging biceps, enormous thighs, and enormous pull with the Beijing females (a sexy Asian is a very close second to one of Caucasian breed in my book. Well, I am fairly impartial to races as a rule).

Now I think I will pull this blanket over my head as I fall asleep to some Olympic coverage, continue wallowing in self-pity at how out of shape I am, and sleep until 1 in the afternoon. I am very productive.