Last fall I came home dog-tired. Those of you who think advertising is all fun have it all wrong. Anyway, I changed into my sweats, plopped down on the couch with my favorite beverage (you're wrong again, it's diet root beer) and turned on the TV. There, in high-definition glory was Jay Leno starting his monologue.
Panicked, I looked at the clock. Wait a minute. It was just 10 p.m., but there he was anyway, before the news. I wasn't even in bed yet. This was weird … out of order …...Full Story