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OMG.

It is early.

This is the part where I learn that 'we are flexible and can make this work' actually means, in the real world: "You're going to have to be a glutton for pain to make this work."

Never want to see Yolo shelter again after this week. No.

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It's 11pm.

I'm dead tired.

There's only ONE swimming race left tonight.

The one with Phelps in.

So what does NBC do?

SWITCH TO FREAKING GYMNASTICS.

Which, you know, I'd also like to see, but I'm not going to stay up for a whole new sport.

Thanks ever so much, NBC. Because that beach volleyball game and the synchronized diving was SO THRILLING. In the way it wasn't. At all.

In other news, I spayed one cat, neutered two normal cats, and went hunting for a rogue testicle in a cryptorchid cat. All of this almost makes up for the 11.5 hour day.

EDIT: They must be reading my journal now, because after the commercial break, as I was about to turn off the TV, back came Phelps. It was a semifinal, but it was fun anyway.

Dear NBC: Yes. Like that. Only, say, an hour or two earlier.