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Mar. 11th, 2006
Spring! (*sproing*)
Mar. 11th, 2006 06:54 pmWow. Today was just gorgeous.
I took umpteen pounds of books up to Coolidge Corner, went to Peet's, and then sat around on the Devotion School lawn for a couple of hours working on the paper. What I've got now is three pages of disjointed bits of good ideas, and now I have to flesh them out and get them stuck together somehow. I wish I didn't have so many good ideas, because I can't get anything to come out the way I want it.
In the mail today was a notice from the IRS, that basically said "you really meant to claim the EIC, didn't you?" I didn't when I filed originally, because the language on the instructions seemed to be telling me I couldn't. But if they want to give me more money, I'll take it.
Speaking of taking things, I'm sort of waiting for a phone call from my boss, who called me into her office yesterday just to ask me a very important question, that being "What are you doing on Sunday night?" Two minutes later I was going out to dinner with her and her husband on Sunday night. My brain is still going "?!"
I should have done laundry today. Maybe I'll do it tonight instead. Then I'll have something to wear tomorrow night.
I took umpteen pounds of books up to Coolidge Corner, went to Peet's, and then sat around on the Devotion School lawn for a couple of hours working on the paper. What I've got now is three pages of disjointed bits of good ideas, and now I have to flesh them out and get them stuck together somehow. I wish I didn't have so many good ideas, because I can't get anything to come out the way I want it.
In the mail today was a notice from the IRS, that basically said "you really meant to claim the EIC, didn't you?" I didn't when I filed originally, because the language on the instructions seemed to be telling me I couldn't. But if they want to give me more money, I'll take it.
Speaking of taking things, I'm sort of waiting for a phone call from my boss, who called me into her office yesterday just to ask me a very important question, that being "What are you doing on Sunday night?" Two minutes later I was going out to dinner with her and her husband on Sunday night. My brain is still going "?!"
I should have done laundry today. Maybe I'll do it tonight instead. Then I'll have something to wear tomorrow night.
