Swearing about sport

The bloody Winter bloody Olympics is bloody well stopping me from being productive at work. It's such an amazing aid to procrastination. I'm sitting here in my office, ignoring the depressing rain outside by watching people on skis racing in something called 'the Men's Ski Mountaineering Sprint' and I'm captivated by the snowfall and wishing I was there to watch it. I'm keeping a very close eye on the men's curling competition, even though Team GB aren't even playing. The point is, results have to go a certain way for our boys to make the semi-finals, so I'm watching it. Italy vs Switzerland. Two countries with which I have zero connection or affiliation, but I'm watching every second and every stone. Because I have an excuse to, and because it's more relaxing than the admin tasks I'm supposed to be doing on my laptop. I could just pop onto a media website in an hour's time and read the result, but I'm not going to do that. I'm going to sit here with various different screens open, watching various different Winter sports, and trying to convince myself I understand what is happening. And I will do it again tomorrow. Because the bloody Olympics are bloody addictive and bloody meditative and easy to bloody access and I am bloody weak and can't resist watching it.

RC 19-2-26