Every morning when I wake up and I'm really really tired (like this morning when both my body and my mind were not only on Salt Lake time, but had moved further west to approximately Guam) I make a bargain with myself. I promise that when I get home, I will forego dinner and work and TV and all other distractions and go straight to bed. Of course, by the evening there is way too much to do, and I'm worn out but not sleepy, so I don't see bed until about this time. Tomorrow morning, when it will be sleety and freezing rainy and my head is all woozy again, I will make the same promise, and break the same promise, but at least it gets me out of bed.

This is hard to admit, but I've watched two episodes of The Apprentice this week. The set-up is completely ridiculous - the challenges resemble the real business world in the same way that, oh, The Donald's comb-over resembles real hair. Caitlin observed that the contestants are all young, thin and attractive. They are all, to a person, back-stabbing bastards. That little weasel Nick should have been removed last time - he's a lousy leader, a real prick, and looks like he's capable of embezzling vast sums of money. The choice this time was tough - Christie was a poor project manager, but Amoroso (or however you spell her name) was the finance person and didn't take responsibility for losing close to $200 of the team's money. The worst part is - I just spent several minutes of my life writing about this bunch of cretins.