Two of my classes were cancelled yesterday.

Two of my professors have the flu. Bad for them, good for me. They were my two last classes of the day, so I left Atlanta at 2:45 instead of 6:45. I thoroughly enjoyed my afternoon.

And how come Bode Miller can't catch a break? Poor guy. I don't know that he was physically ready but, geez, I feel sorry for him. I don't really even like the guy.

I'm thankful for: Ice dancing being (almost?) over in the Olympics.