It's been a long Friday. Work was retarded as usual, I ended up having to do several other people's jobs in addition to mine. By the time I get home, I'm bushed. Making dinner - macaroni and cheese, mmm - is somewhat relaxing, but I'm still really tired. "So, a couple of my friends wanted to go out tonight, if you're interested," my wife tells me. We're sitting next to each other on the couch watching reruns of House. "I...