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masterofmidgets) wrote2009-04-15 03:38 pm
masterofmidgets) wrote2009-04-15 03:38 pm
The Only Sure Things Are Death and Taxes
AHAHAHAHA I HATE TAX DAY FUCK.
In my defense, the fact that I found myself in the post office this afternoon filing for an extension on my taxes was not entirely, or even mostly my fault. I honestly don't know if Stanford bollocksed things up or if I am just hallucinating changing my address, but they sent some tax form that is apparently very necessary to complete my returns to the apartment. The one my mom hasn't lived at in almost a year. So, needless to say, we never got that form. Called the office about 3 weeks ago and requested it be resent to my dad's address, but as of today he still hadn't gotten it. So my taxes are not done (and neither are my financial aid forms).
Which is why I spent 30 minutes standing in line with all the other idiots at the post office who put off filing until the last minute too. SO MUCH HATE. Mostly because I am really insanely tired from staying up all not working on my paper, but because I was at the post office so long, I can't go to bed, because I have to get up in an hour and go to work. And as punch-drunk as I am right now, getting just an hour of sleep would probably be worse, because then I'd be all groggy and irritable and gaaaaaaah I HATE EVERYTHING.
ETA: I also just realized (WTF) that I haven't eaten any actual food today. I completely forgot by the time I got home that I had nothing but a bag of chips for lunch - I bought a sandwich, but I didn't realize til after that it was chicken salad, not just chicken, and I can't stand mayo. And of course I didn't eat breakfast. That might explain why I'm dizzy and my hands won't stop shaking! (well, that and the not sleeping in 30 hours, that probably doesn't help)
In my defense, the fact that I found myself in the post office this afternoon filing for an extension on my taxes was not entirely, or even mostly my fault. I honestly don't know if Stanford bollocksed things up or if I am just hallucinating changing my address, but they sent some tax form that is apparently very necessary to complete my returns to the apartment. The one my mom hasn't lived at in almost a year. So, needless to say, we never got that form. Called the office about 3 weeks ago and requested it be resent to my dad's address, but as of today he still hadn't gotten it. So my taxes are not done (and neither are my financial aid forms).
Which is why I spent 30 minutes standing in line with all the other idiots at the post office who put off filing until the last minute too. SO MUCH HATE. Mostly because I am really insanely tired from staying up all not working on my paper, but because I was at the post office so long, I can't go to bed, because I have to get up in an hour and go to work. And as punch-drunk as I am right now, getting just an hour of sleep would probably be worse, because then I'd be all groggy and irritable and gaaaaaaah I HATE EVERYTHING.
ETA: I also just realized (WTF) that I haven't eaten any actual food today. I completely forgot by the time I got home that I had nothing but a bag of chips for lunch - I bought a sandwich, but I didn't realize til after that it was chicken salad, not just chicken, and I can't stand mayo. And of course I didn't eat breakfast. That might explain why I'm dizzy and my hands won't stop shaking! (well, that and the not sleeping in 30 hours, that probably doesn't help)