I have to do my taxes
My 2001 taxes, that is. The government is writing me letters about it.
I know. Geez. I meant to do them last year (right after I did my 2000 taxes), but my sister moved in and took over the living room so I had to put that stuff away somewhere so it didn't get lost or destroyed. That's my excuse, anyway. Taxes aren't terribly interesting. There wasn't much of a rush 'cuz the government knows it has more of my money than it needs, so they're not going to send the gestapo after me. They do expect that you send it to them when they ask, though. And while, I wouldn't mind terribly if the negligible interest I'd earn on the money from the return went to me instead of the government, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. The money'll get to me eventually.
Today was cheesecake day. Meaning people at work made cheesecakes and some one prizes, but all were able to buy some, proceeds going to the Food Bank. They had a 3 slices for $5 deal which, in retrospect, probably wasn't wise. I love cheesecake, but 3 is silly. And just a little bit nauseating. I kinda new that ahead of time, but self-discipline isn't my strong suit (you might have noticed). I couldn't get through the third, even though it was very good. I felt bad throwing it out.
I'm probably going to have to work through most of the weekend. We're putting together a release candidate next Tuesday. I don't think it's terribly necessary that I get everything done before then, but managers get all antsy about "process" things. It's possible I might be able to make everything work by Friday, but I think I'll schedule that contingency into my busy schedule.
Sorry Zelda, I'll have to save your sorry behind some other time.