I have quite a bit to write about a fascinating Joel Stein article on how success in the Olympics ought to be judged.
However, I can't wrap my mind around the disappointing baton drops by BOTH the U.S. 4x100 relay teams.The shame.
I also hate the college application process. Not that I have foraged siginificantly far enough to legitimately claim that I have in fact "started."
On a completely different note, I have now defined "wargle" to mean the action of a wombat eating watermelon. Why "wargle"? Well, lately I've determined that eating watermelon gives me a stomachache. Maybe I eat too fast. And "wargle" seems to be onomatopoeia for pain. And if the great hawk is in pain, so ought to be the insignificant (delicious) wombat. (Do hawks eat wombats?)Expect a more content-filled post later. Maybe it will be a little more unidirectional than this one.
..but maybe not.
