meh

[textualdeviance]

All you bastards out there cooking crank in bathtubs, fuck you very much. I apparently can't get regular sudafed late evenings at Freddy's because the damned pharmacy counter is closed.

*loads up on Advil cold and sinus instead*

In other news, the chorus is coming along swimmingly, although the absence of one rather ill mrdorbin was very greatly felt. The acoustics in Pilgrim are 3000% better than that dead, carpeted room at Unity and that corrects a multitude of sins. I think we'll be in decent shape tomorrow, and probably even better next weekend.

Oh, and the IRS is auditing us because they think we owe them $28k for non-reported stock sales in 2003 (this despite the fact that the sales in question were taxed automatically.) Um. Oookay. Just the headache I need. *smites stoopid citigroup people*

Time to go sleep this day off.

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[textualdeviance.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the tip. I've got to dig through my files and find our return from that year to make sure I filed the Schedule D and all that so I know what to tell them when I call.

Not surprised this has happened more than once, though. Sigh...