Olympic Fever

I've got it. Plain and simple. A crazy case of Olympic Fever. I realized how addicted I am when at 3:00 am I woke up to grab a glass of water and go to the bathroom and I thought to myself, "Maybe I'll turn on NBC. Just for a minute. Just to see what sport is on..." Needless to say, I got glued an am more tired than I would like to admit right now. The best part is that I am already counting down until I can go home and watch some more! Who cares if I have to do laundry, at least I can do it with Michael Phelps swimming in the background. And yes, I will admit, I have secret crushes on a fair amount of athletes. Not so secret now that I've admitted to it, though. Must be a symptom of O.F.
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