Kill me Now

OK people. It's hump day of The Holidayz, and what a long, strange trip it's been. Up until the 25th you've been driving like spastic ferrets in dire need of anger management training, and for what? The inevitable tears and recriminations over the gifts that basically sucked or were simply never purchased in the first place. You feel like you just urinated on the baby Jesus, and it's His birthday, no less. Those of you "celebrating" Hanukah and Kwanzaa, our thoughts and prayers go out to you as you are still in the thick of it and will most likely have to extend your mental health coverage through June '06. And now, bloated, hung over, and emotionally lobotomized, we await the coming of the New Year with bleary eyes and a set of resolutions that would put Ghandi's hunger strike to shame. Happy Holidays, indeed!