I didn't do much today.
Kicked around, did some writing, ordered my cow online and started to stress over my taxes.
I wonder if there is some kind of magic affliction like the one I have where you get bit by a crazed accountant, and on the first full moon before tax day, you fall to the floor, start screaming uncontrollably, and transform into a CPA.
Like, the most viscious combination of man and accountant ever. A supernatural beast that can run, jump, and motherfucking deduct ANYTHING.
That'd be better than what I am.
I mean shit, under the right conditions I can decapitate a moose without even thinking about it, but itemizing deductions thing is a bitch.
I wish I could get paid for this.
Hell, I could have written off the cow.