Oh, thank god the olympics are finally over!  Is it unAmerican for me to say that?

While I'm all for people being good at jumping around in the snow and sliding down hills, I was just bored to tears this time around.  I avoided NBC like the plague for fear of seeing yet another freaking snowflake or hearing yet another freaking trumpet.  And you guys know how I am about sports in general. 

You see, my nightly routine is going to bed and watching Leno and then Conan.  The olympics just jacked this little routine all up.  When I went to bed, I had to flip channels - not because there wasn't anything on, but because I just can't go to sleep without my regular tv.  I'm a creature of habit.  Ya know, like how I have a habit of sitting on my computer too long in the mornings and being late for work?  Yeah, it's kinda like that.

Of course, when those shows are on and I get to revel in my habitude, I grumble about how they always use the same jokes and have boring guests, and about how I'm just plain sick of shitty late night tv. 

Now that the olympics are finally over, I can yell at the tv and then fall asleep mad like I'm used to.  And that makes me happy.