The best way to send me to the funny house is to ask me to try to reconstruct financial information for tax year 2005 (don't ask why). But that's exactly what's going on and I am about ready to run screaming out of the house into the April snow flurries. I hate doing taxes anyway because the details and all the piddly stuff to remember drive me nuts (especially because I don't remember Turbo Tax's questionnaire each year). I shouldn't get distracted since I usually I don't mind details but this trivia is beyond me. Filing income tax is outright torture and it always lands around Holy Week or Easter Week which means it is double agony. Argh. It's worth a good cuba libre but it's only mid-afternoon so it's way too early to imbibe.
Worse, I am not even the one doing the taxes, it's Compa. So I shouldn't even be complaining. Ouai. That's Greek for 'woe.'
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