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oh shit. shit shit shit. i hate taxes. that's not true. i don't hate taxes. i just don't like doing them. last year, i was motivated to get them done, but this year i waited until the last minute. and now i can't find my tax forms. my mother never sent the ones from msu and the ones from subway went to my old address. so tomorrow's laundry list of activities will include class, calling the owner of subway for my w2's, more class, class again, going to the admin building/akers hall for more w2's, collecting liter sample from the river for my lab, doing my taxes (or filing for an extension if i can't get any/all of my w2's), maybe going to the gym, finding time to eat and shower sometime and watching the premiere of deadliest catch at 9p.
all of this is probably going to start with an early night tonight. i kept waking up last night so it wasn't a great night's sleep. it was a little better than friday night when i had a dream that mr. madden told me that he was retiring and we spent the night going shot for shot with tequila. out of a gravy boat. weird.
and, i got a bike! it's fast.
all of this is probably going to start with an early night tonight. i kept waking up last night so it wasn't a great night's sleep. it was a little better than friday night when i had a dream that mr. madden told me that he was retiring and we spent the night going shot for shot with tequila. out of a gravy boat. weird.
and, i got a bike! it's fast.