Another week is upon us and the march of time brutally continues.
Somehow or other I bit the back of my tongue. I think my tongue is too large for my mouth. Anyway, this is a source of incredible pain whenever I try to swallow and it apparently takes a long time to heal. I hate life.
I started doing my taxes via H&R Block’s webapp. They are mostly complete but I had to quit until I could go through my filing “system” and locate last year’s car tax and some charitable donation receipts. H&R’s site will hold onto your data for a while until you finish it, but you don’t pay for it until the end. So they sent me an email about a week ago entitled, “Please finish your taxes.” This week’s email: “Do your taxes now.” Suspect next week’s will be along the lines of, “Listen bitch, you best get ’em done or there’ll be trouble. Don’t make me come over there.”
Elevators chime once when going up and twice when going down. I don’t know if this is written down in a standard somewhere, but go hang out by an elevator sometime and you will see that it is true. After I learned this factoid, I began using the auditory cue more often than looking to see which way the arrow was pointing. But the elevators here at work tend to use the “if they really feel like it” algorithm for chiming twice on the way down, so I find myself going the wrong way a lot. Not a big deal, but the elevators here are so notoriously slow that making such a mistake can set you back three or four hours. No, they won’t let us take the stairs.
This weekend nothing much was going on. I painted my living room, so at some point, perhaps after I finish painting my bedroom as well, I shall post before and after pictures.