It�s quarter after 11 p.m. on a Monday and you�re kind of drunk after drinking some wine while immersing yourself in �Wife Swap� or �Trading Spouses� or whatever followed by a nice, solid hour of teen drama on �Everwood.�

Well, now that I�ve just haphazardly slapped on some anti-wrinkle/aging bullshit $10/oz. cream I suppose I ought to call it a night.