I'm doing my effing taxes. Ug. I remember the days when my taxes required a single page, imagine. When you run a business, it becomes tragically complicated. My tax guy sends me a frightening large packet that I'm supposed to review and fill out. I usually do about half of it and then I give up. Then there is the towering pile of receipts and interest payments and bla bla bla.
My tax guy usually files an extension so the agony is prolonged.
In other news, I have the next four days off to dance. All day. With my friends. I can hope that I don't sprain anything important.