A stream of consciousness that has nothing to do with anything...
I’m proud of Gabby Douglas and I acknowledge how important her win is to… everyone, I guess.
But damn, I’m in Gabby overload. It’s like: I like B&J’s Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream but do I need to eat 5 gallons of it every day?
Maybe I need to stay off social media til the Olympics are done?