Well ... fuckity fuck fuck fuck. I put it off until the last possible moment ... but you can only drag your feet so long.
I filed my taxes tonight. Technically I suppose I could've waited until tomorrow ... but I had visions of my internet going down or my laptop freezing up. I've known I was going to owe since last fall. And even though I did the paperwork back in January, I held off pushing the button. I figured the money could sit in my bank just as easily as it could sit in theirs.
But tonight I came home ... fired up the laptop ... and sent everything in. What I owe to the feds will come out of my checking account ... what I'm getting back from the state will be deposited into the same account. It wish it was a push ... but it's not even close.
It's nine o'clock ... I still have to e-mail my contractor ... take a shower ... and work on shredding a little of this mail I've accumulated. I probably should've done those things before the taxes ... because now I just want to go to bed ... and forget that I basically just handed over an entire paycheck to Uncle Sam.
Sigh ... am I independently wealthy yet? No? I didn't think so ...
This world can't keep us down
Together we can make it baby
From the poor side of town
Johnny Rivers - The Poor Side of Town