I’ve been having terrible trouble sleeping the last few nights, then sleeping in longer than I should. As frustrating as that would be in a normal week, getting very few hours of sleep the week when one has to be alert enough to proofread things (and regular readers of this blog know that I am really not very good at that sometimes), run press screenings, and just generally be a more-useful-than-usual person is especially annoying. Even worse, the last two nights, I have been getting suddenly, stomach-clutchingly hungry around midnight. Going to bed hungry makes for bad sleep, but so does eating things right before going to bed. I have no idea why this is happening; it’s like my body is the wrong time zone. Perhaps it’s time to investigate vacations in Hawaii. First, I’ll have to learn to cheat in the lottery.

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I’ve never had any real affinity for horses. They are nice enough, I guess, but I was never a horsey girl in that way that so many wee girls often are, and I’ve never been riding (except on a pony, in a circle, at a fair or zoo), and have very little interest in attempting it. Despite this, I tuned in to the Equestrian Jumping events today and confirmed, again, that there is at least one Olympic event that I can’t watch for more than about 15 seconds without getting deeply bored or worrying for the participants’ (well, the horses’) well-being. Just because an animal is capable of doing something doesn’t mean they should. That’s why I gave up eating paste and wearing tights with shorts.

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Haircut tomorrow. I’m hoping to make my hair a bit more Michelle Williams (except not blonde) and a little less Dorothy-Hamill-meets-Carol-Brady. Short hair sure can look funny just pre-trim, especially when the back grows out faster than the rest and/or you dump a bike helmet on your head, negating any ‘styling’ that may have been attempted. Yikes.