Take this year and shove it.

I've decided that 2004 is a lost cause. I came to this conclusion after I buried Gaijin in Wendy's back yard, but it's idea that's lately been reinforced. Simply put, I've had enough. If 2004 was a horse, I would do the humane thing and shoot it out behind the barn. Let's just hit fast forward on Father Time's VCR and wake up on New Year's Day, 2005. I will happily skip Thanksgiving, Christmas, the rest of the NFL season, and maybe even the potential late year Hank III tour just to get out of this damn thing. There's nothing good that will come out of these last few months left. The sooner they are over, the better.