Sleep. Must Have Sleep.

Just a quick note -- why is it that whenever I say that, I end up having to edit characters down to reach the max?

Anyway, I'm here in our lovely hotel room in Reading. Our hotel is located right next to the Reading Airport. This is not the problem you might imagine -- our hotel is actually LARGER than the Reading Airport itself (well, ok, the terminal, but still). What I'm trying to say here is the airport isn't exactly huge. But I'm sure both planes are very happy in that hangar over there.

Woke up at 3:15 this morning so I'd make my 6:30 flight. Jasmine was quite confused, seeing as I'd just gone to bed about three hours before. She looked at me as if to say, "Morning? I don't think so."

Got here with a minimum amount of hassle and we got to the arena in time to watch the end of the Pairs short program and the Mens short. We had really good seats but some people were in them, so we just sat down in some really better seats. I had a lovely view over the shoulder of one of the judges, which really helped take the mystery out of that new f'd up scoring system.

The skating was uniformly unimpressive (with occasional moments of quality -- "Ooo, that triple axel looked really good ... right up until he fell"). Mary and I kept ourselves entertained by trying to guess the music each skater would use based on the costume. ("And now, representing China and skating to 'I'm a Little Teapot,' please welcome...")

I don't think we'll do the throwin' bears thing this time. I thought it would be great if we came in with a whole trash bag full of bears, each with a little saying on it, and selected the appropriate one for each skater. ("You deserve a hug," "Go you!" "Your coach made you skate that, didn't he?") Mary thought we'd get thrown out.

Till tomorrow.