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11 September 2007 @ 12:07 am
How I stopped worrying and learned to love the war....  
So, tonight [personal profile] vamphile pointed out I missed four typos in her latest chapter in the Keeping Series, and since that's really unlike me, she wondered if I was maybe stressed out.

I burst into tears and I agreed that I was. And do you know, I've fallen right back into every stupid workaholic pattern I had before I got whooping cough? I'm working until midnight or later every night, letting my deadlines hit too close together, making bad use of my time, not leaving room in my schedule for fun,  or for unexpected things, for daily life like oh I don't know, that wildly unpredictable need to buy groceries now and then, phone sex, episode watching, fic writing, long walks with the dogs, and shoe shopping.... and doing my billing.

I haven't done my billing since February.

So vamph listened to this and asked me a few pertinent questions such as.... "Are you paying your quarterly taxes?"

I affirmed that I was.

"And your accountant based your quarterly estimates on the annual income you expected to bill for this year?"

I agreed that was the case.

"So in addition to letting the people who you haven't billed use your money interest free, you are paying the government taxes on money you haven't even received yet?"

I frowned. "Yes. Yes, I am."

"And are you really okay," she asked, "with letting the government use your money interest-free to finance an immoral war of occupation that you don't believe in?"

And there you have it. We're in Iraq, it's wrong, and it's my fault.
 
 
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[identity profile] silent-seas.livejournal.com on September 11th, 2007 08:20 am (UTC)
Hopefully you'll be successful with the bedtime thing. I'm going to make an attempt now, too. BLEH.

*smooches goodnight*

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