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Author: | thegentlepath [ Thu Sep 06, 2018 9:04 pm ] |
Blog Subject: | Tax goal: day 52/5hr34min59sec |
=6min27sec/daily ![]() Everything is relative though. |
Author: | thegentlepath [ Thu Sep 06, 2018 9:42 am ] |
Blog Subject: | Back Spasm |
Sleeping on the fold-out sofa has caught up with a vengeance. I want to work it out myself. I don’t want to go to the doctor. I might have to anyway, but I can at least try icing, heating, stretching, walking & an otc pain med. I’m on the floor tonight. Not sleeping through the night. Sleep has been poor lately as it is. Doesn’t help that mother gets up at 3am & she’s not exactly light on her feet. Earplugs can’t touch it. But whatever, it’s free rent. I really do not want to go to the doctor, but I probably should. I’m just being stupid & stubborn as per usual. All I need is an rx muscle relaxer & anti inflammatory, but I don’t want to go to the hassle. I hate going to the doctor. None of this is going to get my taxes done either... |
Author: | thegentlepath [ Tue Sep 04, 2018 5:51 pm ] |
Blog Subject: | Dream Diary #1 |
“The Change” Father said I “howled” in my sleep this morning & that it “made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up”. What a Drama Queen. I’m in a middle school, walking polished corridors in the late afternoon. I am leaving, but must pass through a mall to exit the building. I am out on the sidewalk looking into the horizon of a parking lot. I am re-entering the mall, because I’m not really sure where I parked my car, only to find myself burrowing further & further underground until the tile turns to dirt. I see a makeshift door & peek inside. I see an adult female around my age. It’s not me. It’s a woman I have never met. I meet her eyes & then duck back into the corridor so as not to intrude. I turn around to go back the way I came & see a raccoon tumbling around the corner in a playful fashion. A young man is following. I’m trying to talk, but my words are garbled. The more I am trying to talk, the more garbled my speech becomes & that’s when I “howled” so that the hairs on father’s neck “stood up”. I woke myself up at that point, because I was like, did I just yell out loud? I think this is me processing my butthurt about a number of things, including doing my old taxes, inevitable human conflict & how perimenopause isn’t “helping”. It’s a good thing though. I want to use these things as stepping stones to own. |
Author: | thegentlepath [ Sun Sep 02, 2018 10:08 pm ] |
Blog Subject: | Tax goal: day 48/5hr7min31sec |
=6min24sec/daily On line 35 of my state return. ![]() Now must find 2014 state return. ![]() ![]() |
Author: | thegentlepath [ Fri Aug 31, 2018 10:35 pm ] |
Blog Subject: | Tax goal: day 46/4hr14min24sec |
=5min32sec/daily ![]() So it seems not only did I break the 5 minute barrier, but I also may have finished my federal return... 1 down, 1 to go. ![]() |
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