Like an avalanche doth it eat me up in its merciless grasp.

Guess why I'm so sad?

The olympics are going to be over. I'll never ever see Michael Phelps 'live' again until another four more loong years. No more fun sports to watch. No more volleyball with Papi, Pippi, Giani, and many more Italians, Giba, the Russian guy with the unnerving eyes...watching volleyball rocks. Watching rhythmic gym also rocks. Why must all these END?

I mean, isn't that the world's greatest catastrophe?

Sob. Hiccup. Sob.

But that's alright. Because there'll be the 2006 Winter Olympics. Then I can see Germany shine. Yay! *Maybe Michael Phelps can be a skiier in two years' time? Swimming is interlocked with skiing, from a report I read. So everyone, cross your fingers and hope the hunk will be in the winter olympics.
And I don't ask which report I read. Just cross your fingers.

*Jeremy's Samsung phone is so weird? Like I IR'ed my entire business card in my phonebook to his phone [complete with the HRH Melissa thing] and he received everything but the number. Soo cute. [Rolls eyes] But pretty funny, if you ask me.