Olympic Rings

Am I the only one with an Olympic hangover? For a girl who likes to be in bed by 10:00, these late nights are killing me. My Olympic rings aren’t a cute assortment of vibrant colors, but dark blue and purple lovelies under my droopy eyeballs. Dang. I don’t look much different than the football players who smear on black goop to cut down on glare. You’d think I’d at least get that benefit, glare reduction. Not so, not so. My face greeted the sun today with its normal squints, those adorable facial contortions that leave me looking every bit my 36 years.

I did a bit of math this evening. I’m losing about 3 hours of sleep every night because of the Games. I know the Games run 16 days, but I’ll likely only be glued to about 14 of them. So, 3 times 14 equals 42. When all is said and done I’ll be just shy of 2 full days short on sleep. There was a time when my life was such I could spend a weekend on the couch. Problem solved. These days I’ll be lucky if I’ve caught up on sleep by the time the Winter Olympics roll around in 2010. Unless, of course, I’m as close to death as I feel some days. If that’s the case, I’ll catch up on the missed time without batting an eye.

One Response to “Olympic Rings”

  1. Tricia says:

    I hadn’t thought of the cumulative sleep lose, but now that you mention it I have noticed everyone is a bit cranker than normal, including myself.