Someone's got a case of the Mondays.

You know how sometimes, you're having a rough time or you're just really burned out and lethargic, and you just feel sort of antagonistic and pissy and you're kind of aware of it and you kind of hate yourself for it, but you can't break the cycle?

I've kind of been having that lately, but without any particular rough times to blame for it.

So. I'm trying to break out of joylessness and pettiness and the corruption of the soul and all, starting today. I will be kind and appreciative with the people I love, instead of grumping at them. I will write postcards (maybe even sober!). I will wear ridiculous clothes because I like them. I will do my work competently and then I will WALK AWAY from it. I will not seethe at meetings because everybody else is stupid. I will NOT be resentful and sullen in tap class, because I am not a sulky teenager; I am in captain of my ship, mayor of my fate; I hold the reins. Besides, pissiness is bad for the skin. So. Wish me luck with that, right? Right. Then I'll send you a postcard.

One last glumpish thing: The Olympics is wearing me out. I can't maintain this level of attention and enthusiasm for two weeks.

But on that note, I'll recap the weekend's Olympic action:
Italy and Norway: The biggest cross-country relay rivals ever! Edge-of-your-seat suspence in the most contested race of the Games! Except not, because Norway blew it and Italy ran away with the race, and nobody cares about cross country relay.

JOEY CHEEK WINS SILVER MEDAL, LOOKS ADORABLE. Also donates another $15,000 to cute refugee orphans.

Shani Davis and Chad Henrick give NBC hack sports journalists something to hammer on, relentlessly, and completely hyperbolically. I have a lot more to say about this, but the end-of-the-day ennui is inhibiting my typing.

Bode Miller continues to not win medals.

Apolo Anton Ohno wins bronze; NBC reporter tries to get him to say the competition cheated; he doesn't quite do it.

All the people who are supposed to win the ski jump land on the earth after a lousy 120 meters, and for the umpteenth Olympics in a row a dark horse kid wins it.

The Austrian team is subjected to an early-morning raid from the ergogenics police, who saw a known (and banned until 2010) doping doctor lurking suspiciously near the Austrians. Authorities later find the doc sleeping in his car just across the Austrain border; he flees (presumably after waking up), crashes into an empty cop car, and is taken into custody. I'm guessing he's not going to be reinstated as team doctor for 2010.

It snows like the dickens and forces the cancellation of several snow-based events. This is clearly god's protest against not getting a cut of the broadcast royalties.

Some people totally got slammed into the boards in hockey.

That's your Olympics Minute! I'm Tornadia McCreaky. Higher faster farther! Peace out!