Burnout

I've been reading my blogs from the past few Olympics. Every time, I completely ran out of gas about 2 days before the end. This time it has happened once again. Last night, quite suddenly, the f*** this! light came on in my head. At the exact same point it happened in Torino and Beijing. Being this much older has not apparently increased or decreased my tolerance.

Plus, I have been informed that after I get to sleep at 2 am Sunday, I'll have to get my luggage downstairs and check in for my flight home on the NBC charter, popularly known as "The Slave Ship"at 5 am. And we will arrive in NEWARK. Great. Then I can be in 2 foreign states. Delirium and New Jersey.
I know...you're thinking: "Stop whining, you twit...all you do is read out loud."

Only when I pass out from exhaustion .

Unless you have lived this, you have no idea.