Sunday night waking up(As opposed to Sunday Morning Coming down; props Mr. Johnny Cash.)

Day Seven. Workday Seven. Upon arriving home after all my engagements, I really did crash. Crash Hard. This ole' body didn't tell me until today that it couldn't keep up with what I had lined up. Man... I hate waking up to dark windows. Seems like I wasted daylight.

Woke up in time to go get a bite, then lay back and enjoy a Sunday night in front of the dummy box, only Sunday nights aren't for dummies. See: ABC programming.

Am I a paradox for weeping while watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, then giggling at the catty in-fighting of Desparate Housewives and the sharp, witty, and extremely sarcastic dialogue of Boston Legal? I think so.

I'm even more of a paradox for publicly applauding ABC after they so aggressively snubbed my USC Trojans this season during their sports broadcast selections in this market.

Now it's back in bed, with a pending CPI, this week, that will be a toss up in it's monopoly of my time. That makes me uneasy, as I really do want to help LBG out on the front-end rebuild of Dobra. chrome....Chrome.....CHROME!

Oh, and William Shatner is the MAN! And James Spader is my Idol. (See: My business wear selections and his influence thereof.)