So I've got a couple of things adding some stress.
First of, my graded English coursework has all been on things we HAVEN'T BEEN TAUGHT ABOUT. Kiss my dangling participle about the difference between a clause and a phrase and the 20 variations within. 100 grammar questions counting for 16.7% of my class grade, grawr!
Secondly, I was audited by the IRS for what amounts to a month's rent, which is a lot of dough in this working world. The return was filed 2 years ago when I didn't have a clue how to do taxes and I took my stuff to an accountant to make sure it was done right. Apparently I forgot one of my W2s, and though I only made 11,000 dollars the entire YEAR, they still want to cut'm out a juicy section.
Finally, I have 76,000 ulcers in my mouth, canker sores, what have you. Maybe they were brought on by the other two things, not sure; I am sure that it BURNS WITH THE FIRES OF 1,000 HELLS. I beg to the mouth fixing trinity of salt water, mouthwash and carafate that it's over soon.
On the lighter side...
I'm wearing a shirt that used to look like Chis Farley's "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" routine, but now it looks like "Kinda Weighty Guy in a Normal Shirt". I can dig it.
4-8 Days till the scale comes in.
Free shipping is done by slug pulled chariots with bad navigators.
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