2007-01-25 13:52![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineStill scattered and hostile. Less disconnected.
Yes, I recognize a few things here - probable onset of "where the fuck is that big, glowing, vitamin D source?" depression coupled with a complete schedule disruption & cold-turkey break from my usual 'net addiction, combined with a more or less thorough divergence from the usual grazing... on top of a lousy night's sleep, I wonder why yesterday evening sucked.
Recognizing you have problems is supposed to be the first step towards solving them, right? Hah. I recognize Dick Cheney and GWB, but they're not going away, either. (see, I can bitch about politics whenever I open my fucking mouth).
So, before work leapt up and latched its pointy little teeth onto my scrotum for the last half hour, where was I?
Ah, yes.
TAX TIME
While I certainly don't like paying taxes, since I feel that I'm getting a very poor value for the money claimed by Uncle Sam and his assorted idiot nephews, I like tax season as a way to say, "You know what, fuck you, gimme that money back."
However, that's a hell of a lot easier when I have my tax documents in hand. At the moment, I've got none of three (two W-2's and my mortgage). The self-service stuff (ie: my credit card statements for the last year, the better to itemize deductions with, my dears)... yes. The shit I rely on large outside parties for, no.
At least I can file on the cheap... when the paperwork finally shows up.
My huge windfall will invariably do exciting things for the household budget... like pay off a credit card. Woo friggin' hoo.
Message Ends.
Bitterness and hostility continues.
Still not King.
Yes, I recognize a few things here - probable onset of "where the fuck is that big, glowing, vitamin D source?" depression coupled with a complete schedule disruption & cold-turkey break from my usual 'net addiction, combined with a more or less thorough divergence from the usual grazing... on top of a lousy night's sleep, I wonder why yesterday evening sucked.
Recognizing you have problems is supposed to be the first step towards solving them, right? Hah. I recognize Dick Cheney and GWB, but they're not going away, either. (see, I can bitch about politics whenever I open my fucking mouth).
So, before work leapt up and latched its pointy little teeth onto my scrotum for the last half hour, where was I?
Ah, yes.
TAX TIME
While I certainly don't like paying taxes, since I feel that I'm getting a very poor value for the money claimed by Uncle Sam and his assorted idiot nephews, I like tax season as a way to say, "You know what, fuck you, gimme that money back."
However, that's a hell of a lot easier when I have my tax documents in hand. At the moment, I've got none of three (two W-2's and my mortgage). The self-service stuff (ie: my credit card statements for the last year, the better to itemize deductions with, my dears)... yes. The shit I rely on large outside parties for, no.
At least I can file on the cheap... when the paperwork finally shows up.
My huge windfall will invariably do exciting things for the household budget... like pay off a credit card. Woo friggin' hoo.
Message Ends.
Bitterness and hostility continues.
Still not King.
