Income Tax Sucks

Suddenly, I am less excited, and more tired and despairing. This is an unfortunately common feeling. Myke and I don't often get a break and the past few months have been unexpectedly easy. While my classmates flutter around like headless chickens, panicking about every presentation, paper, and exam, I often feel like I'm cheating the system. For the first time since we've been together we're living in a place where mold, neighbours, and heating aren't issues.

It's really my fault, so here's my warning: never, ever make a budget with money you don't presently have clenched in a death-grip in your fist. I made that mistake. If all had gone according to plan, our income tax return would be ten times what we're expecting to receive now. What reduced it? I was in school for over thirteen weeks of the year, and therefore rendered ineligible for the tax return we had been expecting. Maybe I could argue that I haven't actually attended more than thirteen weeks of school, I'm sure my professors would corroborate, but I doubt that would work.

So now, all of my happy has fled. I found myself wanting to smother Myke with a pillow last night for snoring (Maybe if you didn't have your head at a ninety degree angle to your body you wouldn't snore!) and vainly wondering what I could sell to make up the over thousand dollar difference in our budget, about seven hundred of which is a currently existing electric bill that is staring me down like some kind of angry dog.

All my hopes rest on that giveaway now, which is kind of an extreme swing of the pendulum back in the other direction.

At least with all the crappy weather today, the crappy mood I'm in, and the crappy job I had to do (Seam ripping labels from old collars to replace them with new labels for new pictures, ouch!) there is still someone who doesn't care what kind of day I'm having, as long as she can cuddle with me. I wish I could live life like a dog.