Just had a dream (then proceeded to wake up, at 2:15am) that I was a competitor in Olympic Men's Gymnastics. We'd only gone through the Balance Beam—wait a minute, men don't even do that—and the last fellow from Eastern Europe was the clear winner with his routine. An inspirational story, no doubt, especially with my age vs. the rest of the field's, which I attribute entirely to jetlag. It's either that, or latent homosexuality.