(Em)pathetic

Turns out I couldn't watch the men's figure skating. Nothing to do with the ridiculously spangly costumes, the frightening hair-do's, or the aggressively "disco" arm movements. No, I just felt awful whenever they stumbled or fell -- all those years spent training for those 3 minutes on the ice and they screwed up. How miserable. It was making me far too tense, so I watched Clueless on Veronica instead. Mmmm, Paul Rudd is so dreamy!