So I sat down to do my taxes this evening, after days, weeks, even months of procrastinating. I got through my basic info, W-2, panicked that I didn’t have a 1099 form from my bank for the tiny, pathetic amount of interest I’d earned on my savings account, and had reached roughly 30% completion when I was foolish enough to click next… “Come Back Later We’re doing nightly maintenance right now. We apologize for any inconvenience.” I don’t even have the words.
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So I sat down to do my taxes this evening, after days, weeks, even months of procrastinating. I got through my basic info, W-2, panicked that I didn’t have a 1099 form from my bank for the tiny, pathetic amount of interest I’d earned on my savings account, and had reached roughly 30% completion when I was foolish enough to click next…

“Come Back Later
We’re doing nightly maintenance right now. We apologize for any inconvenience.”

I don’t even have the words.

Reality Check

So I was looking at Facebook earlier this evening and I noticed a status update from one of my friends. Well the author isn’t really a friend, and I probably should have included him in my latest Facebook cull, maybe next time? Anyway, his update was bemoaning the fact that he is at home alone on a Friday night.

Upon first reading it I thought “Well that’s not so bad, what’s wrong with you? I do that all the time. Get over yourself!”, then it started to dawn on me, what if he has the right idea and it’s me that’s getting it wrong? What if my familiar pattern of being alone at home on a Friday night, well most nights really, isn’t actually very healthy?

It should be noted however that the last time I felt this way, a few days before Christmas, I caught both strep throat and mono as reward for my adventures.

Frak