The only thing I can do for 2 1/2 hours at a stretch is sleep

The lady from Romania runs nearly two and a half hours, wins the gold medal, and then takes a victory lap. This is a train of thought I just can't hop on.

Then again, I don't run unless something's chasing me and even then, I'm hard pressed.

I have not felt good all week. Run down. Weak limbs. Fuzzy headedness. I think part of it is because I've been staying up late watching the Olympics so many nights in a row. I attempted to go to bed earlier and had trouble sleeping. I'm telling you. My body and I need couples' counseling.

For the most part, I've been trying to carry on as normal, not letting myself slack (though my writing has suffered). But tonight, I just couldn't face making fish tacos. Since I have to cook the fish in batches, it involves quite a bit of standing at the stove. I didn't feel up to it.

DEAR GOD YOU'D THINK I CONDEMNED EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE TO STARVE!

There was weeping and gnashing of teeth and wailing...okay, it wasn't that bad, but really. I've felt like ass all week but still made dinner three nights AND went to the grocery store. There is food! You will not die if I don't make it!

Apparently, these people have confused me for their mothers. Obviously, I have spoiled them and should do a lot less cooking in the future. Brats.

I still don't know if I like "In the Dark". My polishing continues, but I'm not sure it's good.

I think I'll try to make it another early night tonight. Maybe my body will get the hint this time.