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I greet the dawn at 12 noon after sleeping 14 hours. And have a ham and cheese sandwich for breakfast. It's my first real day of work at the international broadcast center. Just the beginning of many 12 hour mindnumbing days. It's been great to see so many familiar faces and to be greeted warmly by colleagues who apparently have forgotten what a yammering pain in the ass I am. With each Olympics the facility appears to shrink by about 20%. So we've working in closer and closer quarters. Which should produce an increase in fistfights over Vancouver and Beijing. But don't fear for me, I can be found cowering under a desk. Even when there's no fighting going on.