Shitty Saturday

It's not even 8:30 and nothing is going right. My halogen desk lamp burned out. My ADD is raging and I can't find my medicine. Need to go to pharmacy for a refill today. The D's are due, too. That means another lovely pill dispensing session.

It's cold and overcast outside. It reflects my mood. And probably contributes to it.

But the biggest reason is that my heart feels like there's an anvil on it. I'm so, so sad over the family situation. Nothing I can do but be here for them. And keep my mouth shut when I think bad decisions are being made.

My kitchen is a mess. I cooked hamburgers for The D last night and there's grease splattered all over the stove, dirty dishes, spilled coffee, the usual. Sarita has me so spoiled. I keep telling her to ditch that man and those kids and move in with me. Something's gotta give.

WARNING: Skip the next two paragraphs if you'd rather not die of boredom.

I woke up at 4:00 in a panic over tax returns. I need to pay a shitload with my extension. I've put most of my income into turbo tax and some of my deductions. I hate to say the little box at the top of the screen has a number which is pushing 5 digits. No decimals. And it's red. The good news is that I don't have my biz expenses entered. I'm going to deduct expenses related to my home office this year. First step is to measure the square footage of my den/office and calculation the proportion to the whole house. It would help if I could find a tape measure. Then I can expense the pro-rata portion of interest, utilities, property taxes and insurance. I need to figure out depreciation, too. I also need to go through all my Office Depot receipts. Amazon, too - for software, biz magazines, etc. Find my AICPA dues and TN license renewals. Hopefully, I have all this in one of the dozen folders with assorted labels, like C - 2010 Biz, C - Biz Exp, C - Tax Info, and on and on. I'm so inconsistent. In everything. So unaccountantly. But I always remember one of my favorite quotes: Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Emerson. And of course there's my ADD. And my right brain dominance. Or just my stupidity.

After figuring out that there's no way I can calculate all these expenses by Monday, I did a cash flow projection to figure out how much I can send. I'll just pay as much as I can. If I'm not missing something big, I should be able to cover it with enough to be applied to first quarter estimate.

Ok, I'm sure you all love to hear this accounting crap.

I think I'll just say "Fuck the Shit" and head out the door. Lowe's. Walgreens. Ross. Sherwin Williams - my paint's been there a week.

My heart is pounding, so I'm going to close and try to do some deep breathing since it's a tad too early to drink a beer. More later, I'm sure...