Damnit, the yearly ritual is done!
Taxes are filed.
W-2s are all nestled away, the forms are submitted, the e-file system is winging my numbers straight into Hell. My refund will be here in time to be spent immediately, and the cycle goes 'round.
I'm tired. My bleeding left retina aches, and I had to get stuck in the arm with a hosepipe this morning at the MD's office to prove that I don't have diabeetus*. At least this time there wasn't a lady in the next room demanding that she wasn't having a heart attack even when she was.**
Going to bed now. Blog entries on both blogs forthcoming, I promise.
* I can't say "diabetes" anymore, all I can do is say it like Wilford Brimley on those damned Liberty Medical Supply commercials. "dia-BEET-us."
** Blog post upcoming on this subject as well as hospital waiting rooms and the inadvisability of matching your eye makeup colour to your scrubs. Honest.