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Having now filled out my tax forms 3 (three!) times due to various forms of stupid (some mine, some theirs), I am officially grumpy. I hate the IRS, I hate my dumbass government and hate my impossibly stupid countrypersons who wouldn't know an impeachable offense if it invited itself in for tea. You know those days when you go to the closet and just can't find anything to wear? I feel a bit like that this week. All I can find are my grumpy pants. Isn't it someone's turn to do the washing?
Since I was already grumpy, I spent the evening futzing with my accounting. The smallest of my student loans will be paid off this year, but others will last until I'm turning a profit at my gelateria in HELL. And the exchange rate fluctuation just adds a nice element of chance the whole calculation; less like the lottery and more like Russian roulette.
Since I was already grumpy, I spent the evening futzing with my accounting. The smallest of my student loans will be paid off this year, but others will last until I'm turning a profit at my gelateria in HELL. And the exchange rate fluctuation just adds a nice element of chance the whole calculation; less like the lottery and more like Russian roulette.