To frog or not to frog?

After another night of gritting my teeth and boldly knitting onward on the Minimalist Cardigan I find myself asking the following question:

At what point is the knitting of an object so dreadful that you decide that although you know that you could trudge along to complete the project, you find that it just isn't worth it?

At what point do you slap the mat and tell the world...Nope. I'm done! Its a pretty finished object, but it just ain't worth it?

I freaking HATE to knit moss stitch. I know this now with every fiber of my being. It is one fine looking sweater, but is it in the cards for me? Right now, I'm hanging in there out of sheer willpower and spite (who wants to say that a sweater beat them?) but I'm seriously eyeing the exit. I'm not even half way up the back panel of this bad boy...one heck of a stretch of moss that stands between me and the finish line...

Gah!

If I continue on at this rate, knitting one repeat of the pattern a night, (with about 20 minutes of knitting on another non-dreaded project in between each moss repeat to allow me to regain my sanity) by my calculations this sweater will take roughly fifty blue-million years to complete.

Double Gah!

But....can't...let...the...sweater.....beat....me.....must......continue!

(at least for tonight)