I'll be honest with you. I'm tired. My arms are sore. My brain is sore. My fingers are really sore.

It's been a long summer, a long week and I'm ready for bed. Heck, I was ready for some shut-eye at 6 p.m. Good thing I get to sleep in, sort of. I've got an interview with some landscapers -- no, not to do my lawn -- for a freelance article I'm writing on how to do inexpensive landscaping projects.

That's at 10, so I really need to hit the sack.

However, I missed a night of valuable blogging at the end of a long summer, one that saw Big Brother crown Boogie as its champ, one that saw DWTS' first contestant eliminated -- Tucker Carlson -- and one that saw the boys from Supernova (soon to be something else) pick Canadian Lukas Rossi as its lead singer.

I can't help but feel good for the 29-year-old Rossi, who came to this competition from Hooters, where he was a fry cook. I mean, good for him. He told the band that he was basically "broke as a joke," which I can absolutely empathize with a lot of the time.

As for Dilana Robichaux, the runner-up for 2006, she was offered a spot touring with Supernova in a support role. Gilby Clarke offered to help write some of her tunes, and all the guys offered to play on her record.

Actually, if I were her, I'd pass.

If that chick can turn my buddy, T, on to a reality music contestant (he still wouldn't watch the show), then she's got somethin' all on her own. The Bonnie Tyler growl. The angst. The devil-possessed movements. She really has something marketable to people who enjoy substance and something unique and stylish in their rock-n-roll.

She's like what happens if you mix David Bowie with Janis Joplin with a touch of Karrin Allyson and Satan. It's that good.

Well, she ain't nothin' but potential yet, but aren't we all?

Speaking of which, I'm in training, dudes. That's a big reason why I'm sore.

I worked out on Sunday, Monday and then Wednesday. The workout consists of about 30 minutes of fast walking on the treadmill to start. Really, my heart rate gets up just fine doing fast walking, just as much as when I run. The reason I refrain from the running is two-fold: my dry skin (lovely) can't really deal with two showers during the day (and I don't do morning workouts), and my knees and ankles don't take to running very well. Well, not at least three or four times per week.

A lot of that is because I'm carrying 210 pounds on a frame that really should only be 170-180.

That's why I'm in training.

But, damn if I can cut out the ice cream. I have no problem with anything else, but eliminating the occassional chocolate snack, such as a Hershey's kiss, and a general helping of ice cream every day is killing me.

I just have a sweet tooth that can't be satisfied with yogurt or fruit. I need the good shit. On the other hand, I do believe that's why I started drinking chocolate Silk soy milk, which tastes unbelievably good. I could get that fix and still get some valuable calories.

Perhaps you should stage an intervention.

That's what this blog has turned into. I'm rambling.

As for weekend plans, we've got the usual: football (I do like Oklahoma to beat Oregon, let's say 35-17 ... seriously, don't laugh), another workout on Friday and possibly an ice cream throw-out party.

Saturday is a huge day of college football with like seven games involving two teams in the Top 25. Unfortunately, OU won't be playing in HD, which is half the reason I watch these games.

Oh, I totally forgot to mention the sore fingers. Many of you don't know that I play the guitar. Not terribly well, but I did pick out the chords to Herman's Hermits' "There's A Kind Of Hush" the other night. Not on purpose. I don't particularly love the tune.

My guitar is a total cheapie, but it's been durable and it fits me just fine. The strings are cheapie, too, and they haven't broken in like three years. Seriously. Perhaps I need to change them on principle or something.

However, I find that I am more interested these days in getting better on the guitar, perhaps because I'm in that phase of learning where even minor accomplishments result in big sound differences. Besides, I'd really love to master a second instrument. I pretty much have the piano down pat at this point, anyway.

If I'm coherent tomorrow and up to it, perhaps I'll have something a bit more substantive to offer.