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Death and Taxes

Today we will drive to Santa Monica to see the Tax Man to have our taxes filed. We filed an extension a few weeks ago, which only delayed the anxiety, misery, and abject poopiness of filing taxes.

That’s all I have for you today. The knots in my stomach have taken over and I can’t think of anything else to say. I just hope we don’t end up owing a squillion dollars to the IRS.

P.S. Maybe if we had socialized health care and I knew my taxes were going to pay for me to have the opportunity to see a physician about the weird lump on my abdomen, maybe I wouldn’t mind paying taxes so much. Maybe if we had a decent education system, maybe if the uber rich didn’t get all kinds of abominable tax breaks while the middle and lower classes paid out their asses, maybe maybe maybe I HATE THIS.

P.P.S. I should’ve signed off a whole paragraph ago. Major sad face.


Valentine says, “Taxes? *yawn* Skip the taxes and take a nap.”

Updated 4/29/11: I take it all back. I absolutely love and adore getting a tax refund paying taxes. Also? Mike and I are a little bit in non-sexual love with our Tax Man. If you need a tax dude, I have a phone number for you. He’s a tax genius. I wouldn’t lie.

Sat on a fence but it didn’t work

I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately.  And not even pressure from an outside source, just pressure from within.  I’ve been kind of a freaked-out blob lately.  It’s not pretty.

Except that’s not entirely true.  “Freaked-out blob” implies that I’ve spent the last two weeks eating ice cream in the same pair of dirty sweat pants day after day.  While that is certainly how I’ve been wanting to spend my time, instead I’ve actually been relatively productive.  I started running again.  High-five!  My plan is to fit into my pants again by Memorial Day.*  I also worked a lot this week.  A lot.  More than I’ve worked in a while.  And?  I went out with friends, saw a movie and had drinks afterward.  Right there is more activity than I have participated in since the end of January.  I should be exhausted, and I am, but I didn’t end there, you guys.  I also had two snow days in the last week, took tons of photos, kept my apartment clean, washed three loads of laundry, balanced my checkbook, updated my monthly budget sheet and ran errands.

And while that’s great and everything, did I really accomplish anything?  You know what I didn’t do?  My taxes.  Also?  I’m just barely keeping in step with assignments from work, getting them done in the nick of time, that is unacceptable I should be weeks ahead on all of my assignments.  Also?  I haven’t trimmed my toenails in two weeks, I haven’t checked my Facebook page since February and I went four days without shaving my legs.  FAIL.

Is this normal?  I mean, I assume that everyone feels the way that I feel, that I’m not the only person who expects to get it all done perfectly all of the time.

It’s a lot of pressure.

So that’s where I’ve been.  I’ve been trying, managing, ticking things off one at a time and breathing deeply, namaste.  In case you didn’t notice, one of things on my to-do list that didn’t get done was –

Hi! I’m posting! And did you like the photos?  It’s Friday!  I posted!  And I have news!

There is a project in the works, a project that came about thanks to writing that’s happened on this site, a career-type job-ish, and it’s really exciting and totally terrifying.  I’ll tell you all about it next week, when it launches, god willing.  Until then, here’s to a weekend that will hopefully have at least one morning where I can sleep in past six.

*Between the end of November, when our CSA ended, and the end of January, I gained enough weight that even my bras stopped fitting. What. The. Expletive.