There's always Canada.
Grah. I'm sore, I'm tired, I'm depressed, and I'm pissed. All I want to do tonight is go home, eat dinner, and see if I can finish off that bottle of Maker's Mark. But if I do that, the terrorists have already won. So once I get off work I'm going home, I'm going to make a couple icons for Dave while dinner cooks, tape Somebody Save Me, and go to kung fu. And get a good solid night's sleep when I get done.
Now watch this drive.