Ciao, 2004. You weren't quite as bad as 2003, but you could certainly have been better. Before I completely erase you from my memory for all eternity, let's recap.
January dawned cold and infectious. I stayed home sick on New Year's Eve, which turned out to be a harbinger of things to come. In fact 2004 can really be summed up as the year I lost my groove. I started the year out by making some resolutions, which I failed to keep, as I do every year. Of all my resolutions, I managed to hold true to two: read less, though that is due more to TiVo than my own strong will, and volunteer for the Democrats. Fat lot of good that did. I did not quit smoking, even though I attended the funeral of my uncle who died at 52 of lung cancer. Must. Quit. Smoking.