My head is all over the map these days. I'm really tired, that deep tired that happens when you work all the time and don't take vacations. Weekends don't do the trick anymore - by the time I get myself to the point of realizing I have a couple days off, they're already over. Trying to plan a vacation with the man, but since he never called me back about it I may be on my own. I'll get outta here before the summer is over, though, even if I have to count Indian Summer.

So, the thing that kept me sane this week is, of all things, a reality show. I don't like them, never have; watched one season and a few extra episodes of Survivor, because of Rupert, and a couple of episodes of other ones, like Amazing Race and Fear Factor. Avoid all the bachelor/bachelorette/marry my dad/Joe Geek types like the plague. I watch a few of the documentary-ish ones, but those are different. I decided to watch Rock Star INXS. The premise is that 15 hand-picked folks are auditioning to replace whats-his-name who died of auto-erotic strangulation. I was happy from the get-go that hottie Dave Navarro is on it as the sort of intermediary guy; at least I'd have someting to gaze upon if all else failed. Maybe it is my current fragile state, or PMS, but I thoroughly enjoyed the show. I consider myself "hooked", and am already rooting for 3 contestants. Who'd a thunk it?

They don't have one of these, though. Their loss...

ROCK'N'ROLL MIDGET