All's Well That Ends Well

I actually like the new template, despite having to go through all sorts of hell to make it work. I still haven't figured out how to get the 'terror warning' back up, so I'm in Oompa Loompa withdrawal.

Well, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

I watched more of the Olympics yesterday. Thorpe, Van den Hoogenband and Phelps . . . just in case anyone has already started shopping for my Christmas present, any one of the three would be just fine. All three would be divine.

I also watched the Japanese kick major ass in the team gymnastics competition. Hard to believe just what the human body is capable of.

Or not, as the case may be. To illustrate, I pinched a nerve in my back this morning. I can barely move my head. How did I do it? I stretched. Just lifted my arms over my head, let out a big yawn, lowered my arms and, bingo, lots and lots of pain.

Brilliant.

Word to the wise, don't get old. If I'm in such a sorry state, I can only imagine how horrible it must be for Famous Author Rob Byrnes.

Speaking of FARB, did you know we share a birthday? It's a fact.

Of course, my first one happened way after his.

My pinched nerve will be my official excuse for missing rugby practice tonight. I believe I may go see a movie. Resident Evil II isn't out yet, is it?