Update Casserole: Bon Appetit!
Since inquiring minds want to know, I hereby offer this journal update to satisfy that yearning desire.
After months of unnecessary procrastination, I finally submitted my federal and state taxes for the fiscal year. Although my refund is modest, it's certainly better than underpaying and having to submit money. Besides, if nothing else, at least most of my salary was available for me to use at the time, rather than being inaccessible in a government surplus not even collecting interest. Given the president at the time and the economically unhealthy policies in place, it's certainly a good thing I wasn't contributing to that more than necessary. Perhaps I'll cash my refund in pennies and writhe around in my sea of shiny copper currency. However, I'm sure I can think of less filthy and more practical ways to spend it.
Speaking of money, I received notice that the drunk driver that hit me many years ago died a few weeks ago. Given her chronic alcohol abuse, I'm assuming it was because of acute liver disease. I read the obituary, which was online, and it was amusing to see the composer struggle to put a positive and productive aspect on her life; needless to say, it was quite brief. Unfortunately, I won't be able to collect the remainder of what was awarded to me, but after years of her probation payments, I ended up receiving most of the settlement anyway.
Although I have articulated my fondness for Raja's; the food is exceptional and the service is truly phenomenal. I went there with Sarah, J, the Erins, and Siouxsan on Saturday evening, and was immensely satisfied. My only complaint is that the naan was slightly overcooked, but since the owner/manager gave us some complimentary naan, that concern was mitigated. Maybe instead of writhing around in pennies, I'll purchase some curry pakora and writhe around in that. Then again, although I appreciate the spiciness in my mouth, Pink Taco girl taught me that spiciness elsewhere is much less palatable.
Just when I thought Spring had finally arrived, banishing cold and otherwise unpleasant weather to the Southern hemisphere, it decided to rain this week. Hopefully it will pass so that I can enjoy my surroundings without the threat of hypothermia or excessive moisture. Doing my fancy walking inside just doesn't have the same social impact as it does on the sidewalks saturated with their regular walking. At least I can still entertain myself by walking to the perpetually entertaining sounds of Mario Kart when nobody receives a trophy. In the highly unlikely chance that I were to get married, I think that would make the best walking down the aisle music ever.
Despite insomnia being a rather frustrating and inconvenient entity, it does have its advantages. Recently, I discovered that some of those benefits found its way into Azeroth, as I was apparently the 23rd best restoration shaman on the highly populated Proudmoore server. Actually, upon looking today, it appears as though I'm #18. I say Ritual Noise should take out all the horde restoration shamans above me, making my ascent even more magnificent once I acquire my Malygos necklace. Who needs sleep when you have chain heal, right?
Given the upcoming schedule of events, it looks like the best time to reschedule the MSF class will be the last weekend in April; hopefully there won't be any administrative oversights or other obstacles to delay the process further.
Speaking of schedules, my work schedule has been rather sporadic and random recently, but at least to the benefit of my personal schedule for the most part. Since my only major complaint is the banality of most of my campus coworkers, there's no need for excessive discontentment.
Well, I've rambled far more than necessary... I'm out for now.
After months of unnecessary procrastination, I finally submitted my federal and state taxes for the fiscal year. Although my refund is modest, it's certainly better than underpaying and having to submit money. Besides, if nothing else, at least most of my salary was available for me to use at the time, rather than being inaccessible in a government surplus not even collecting interest. Given the president at the time and the economically unhealthy policies in place, it's certainly a good thing I wasn't contributing to that more than necessary. Perhaps I'll cash my refund in pennies and writhe around in my sea of shiny copper currency. However, I'm sure I can think of less filthy and more practical ways to spend it.
Speaking of money, I received notice that the drunk driver that hit me many years ago died a few weeks ago. Given her chronic alcohol abuse, I'm assuming it was because of acute liver disease. I read the obituary, which was online, and it was amusing to see the composer struggle to put a positive and productive aspect on her life; needless to say, it was quite brief. Unfortunately, I won't be able to collect the remainder of what was awarded to me, but after years of her probation payments, I ended up receiving most of the settlement anyway.
Although I have articulated my fondness for Raja's; the food is exceptional and the service is truly phenomenal. I went there with Sarah, J, the Erins, and Siouxsan on Saturday evening, and was immensely satisfied. My only complaint is that the naan was slightly overcooked, but since the owner/manager gave us some complimentary naan, that concern was mitigated. Maybe instead of writhing around in pennies, I'll purchase some curry pakora and writhe around in that. Then again, although I appreciate the spiciness in my mouth, Pink Taco girl taught me that spiciness elsewhere is much less palatable.
Just when I thought Spring had finally arrived, banishing cold and otherwise unpleasant weather to the Southern hemisphere, it decided to rain this week. Hopefully it will pass so that I can enjoy my surroundings without the threat of hypothermia or excessive moisture. Doing my fancy walking inside just doesn't have the same social impact as it does on the sidewalks saturated with their regular walking. At least I can still entertain myself by walking to the perpetually entertaining sounds of Mario Kart when nobody receives a trophy. In the highly unlikely chance that I were to get married, I think that would make the best walking down the aisle music ever.
Despite insomnia being a rather frustrating and inconvenient entity, it does have its advantages. Recently, I discovered that some of those benefits found its way into Azeroth, as I was apparently the 23rd best restoration shaman on the highly populated Proudmoore server. Actually, upon looking today, it appears as though I'm #18. I say Ritual Noise should take out all the horde restoration shamans above me, making my ascent even more magnificent once I acquire my Malygos necklace. Who needs sleep when you have chain heal, right?
Given the upcoming schedule of events, it looks like the best time to reschedule the MSF class will be the last weekend in April; hopefully there won't be any administrative oversights or other obstacles to delay the process further.
Speaking of schedules, my work schedule has been rather sporadic and random recently, but at least to the benefit of my personal schedule for the most part. Since my only major complaint is the banality of most of my campus coworkers, there's no need for excessive discontentment.
Well, I've rambled far more than necessary... I'm out for now.