2006. The year of endurance, no matter how much it sucks, it can get worse.
Ought-six has been my worst year ever. It seems like all years ending in six get a perverse pleasure in seeing how far they can push before I stumble in to catatonia. But this year, it was by far the worst. I'm not going to recount all of the bad stuff, but I am going to share a few thoughts.
See ya oh-six. Welcome oh-seven. Love you. Please be nice.