This is the first time I can actually imagine being afraid of msbelle.
enh, since I was a kid, I think it was more tragic than scary. Many tragic (not horrific, just mildly tragic) things from my childhood.
bake all the cookies
I would love to have a cookie making day. Doing it alone though overwhelms me just thinking of it.
What is it when you would do stuff if there was someone else to do things with, but you can't motivate yourself? it that co-dependant? I default to assuming it is just my low-level depression acting like higher level depression due to situational suckitude.
I do not know what it's called, but I wish I were able to be there. I mean, cmon, I rage bake. I distraction bake. I "stupid cold draft" bake.
You were the someone for both Maria and I when we hit that wrt to packing.
Go throw together some drop cookies, I'll be over here paying bills.
And putting up the Xmas tree damnit.
I pulled out my GD tax documents. IRS letter this week asking for pages again. I e-filed, then got request to mail it in and now they want some AGAIN. I would like my refund please.
Ugh.
Getting married is going to bollocks up my taxes this year, isn't it?
I'm home, and tipsy for some reason strange reason. I'm feeling better, especially when I think I have off tomorrow. I hung out with Anne for a bit, which cheered my up a lot.
Tonight's one of those times when I realize i'm lucky to have her.
Also, thanks for everyone's support today. It helped a lot. I love you all, individually and as a group.
I have no idea what the issue with my taxes was, but I will not use TaxAct again.
I hope to actually call someone at IRS and find out what the issue is. I know they still have me down for some reason as on the estimate payment system ( I was an independent contractor for 6 months, but that was 5 years ago).
Maybe nicely, Kat? I dunno.
My company changing will certainly complicate mine. I expect all my w2s will be late because they are assholes. But hopefully next year, new employer!
New employer! Fingers crossed.
I've had two nice run ins with students and former students this week. One was appreciative that I made him listen to Serial last year because it came up in his creative nonfiction class and he got to be comfortably smart-appearing. The other was a girl who is in my 10th grade class that I found extremely challenging last year. She's really changed and she apologized for her behavior in 9th, which was sweet and unexpected.
I think I might be getting extremely sick -- my nose is unstoppably running. I am looking forward to my three weeks off. Here's to hoping I won't be sick for all of it.
