What the hell is going on with 2005?  It seems just yesterday I was celebrating the new year with with several man-whores, $1,500 in cocaine spread all over the coffee table, enormous amounts of cheap American beer and a penchant for exaggeration.

Now it’s June.  JUNE!  What’s that about?

I feel as though I have whiplash thanks to how quickly this year is flying by.  I realize, with how hectic and busy our lives have become, that each passing year seems to move by more quickly than the last, that we, in our never-ending pursuit of stuff, continually push ourselves harder and harder, thereby causing this insufferable discontinuity between how quickly time passes from one year to the next.

But it’s simply beyond my comprehension how the first half of 2005 has already slipped by practically unseen.

If time flies when you’re having fun, how is it then that it seems to accelerate to relativistic speeds when you’re not having fun?

Fine.  Stop the world.  I want off this crazy ride.