So, here I am looking into the grey, Vancouver "spring". I'll soon drive downtown to meet my accountant to pick up some papers. That's because I no longer have an accountant. At the wise age of 43 I've decided to grow up, save some money, and do my own freaking taxes. Gah. I hate that kinda stuff, but cutting corners is how you pay for vanity projects like big-ass tattoos. Rain, scrabbling for papers, math... feh.
We're still getting over the flu here, it's too wet to ride my bike with any pleasure, and I'm too weak for the gym. Is it too early to start drinking? My son won't be home 'till 12:30. Opinions may be offered in the comment section. Oh... and feel free to leave comments. I really have no idea if anyone's reading this stuff. Thanks...
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