Um. Yes.

I KNOW! I KNOW! It's just...I don't know what I need to send, 'cause the instructions are unclear, and I need to call my dad and ask, and he's gonna be mad at me that I haven't mailed them yet. And, well, it's a vicious cycle.

Oh, that reminds me I need to do my state taxes. I'd have done them on line with my federal, but the filing fee is $24 and my refund is $31, so yeah, not so much.

I KNOW! I KNOW! It's just...I don't know what I need to send, 'cause the instructions are unclear, and I need to call my dad and ask, and he's gonna be mad at me that I haven't mailed them yet. And, well, it's a vicious cycle.

Didn't he prepare the taxes for you? He probably left it all together as it is supposed to be mailed.

PARENTAL CONFESSION: Sometimes, parents get mad at their kids for stupid stuff that does not matter, and I'm no different, by the by. I don't imagine it ends when offspring reach adulthood, because generally, people get mad at people they love for stupid stuff that does not matter (and because my mother still gets mad at me for stupid stuff that does not matter, and vice versa, by the way).

A lot of times, the anger just comes from a "you didn't do this my way which is the way I want everything done, even stuff I don't do" place.

If your father gets mad at you, he needs to deal with his anger, not you. I don't mean that disrespectfully toward him because I know your parents are good to you, but you are still before the deadline, and it is your taxes you're mailing in, not his.

Gronklies.

This reminds me that I haven't sent in my taxes yet, either. And I'm supposed to be getting something like $700 back, too, which will most likely be spent on a new computer.

Also, I have a phone interview tomorrow, for a summer job. (Same place I worked last summer. I'm assuming that, since they know my work, I'm pretty sure I've got the job -- I checked their website, and everyone has to re-interview every summer, no matter how many years they've worked there.) Anyway, I wrote the time down as 8:30, but I realize I didn't specify AM or PM, and I'm really not sure which it is. I guess I'll have to call and find out. (And, if it's PM, I'll have to switch which phone number they'll have to use to call me.)

Hil, how long does your internship last?

I have not been able to make a good cup of coffee for the last three weeks. It's a little frustrating--I don't know if the grounds are just stronger than the ones before this newer bag of coffee, or my coffeemaker's fucked up, or what. I just need my cup in the mornings! Why can't I get it right?!

Hil, how long does your internship last?

It's just one day a week. It's supposed to end next week, but they said they'll probably be hiring me for another four weeks, until the part of the project I'm helping on is done.

I just need my cup in the mornings! Why can't I get it right?!

It's the Java Paradox: You need coffee in order to make coffee.

I think that's why my mom put a cup of coffee in the refrigerator covered up some nights...for a morning jumpstart.

billytea is a pearl among the swine of humanity. I realize that I need to take notes on how to be A Good Human from him.

See, now you're embarrassing me. It's really nothing so special. We're still friends, and she has her own life. And hey, it's a lot easier to be magnanimous when you've moved on too.

Heh. Alton Brown ruined me forever for reheating coffee--on his specific episode about it, he said something to the effect of: "After two/three hours, the [whatever] in coffee breaks down so that it become bitter and loses its flavor." That sounded so unappealing to me that I've never been able to drink reheated coffee ever since. It's a thing.

Ok. Showered. Now I should do dishes.

I want to procrastinate. But, I'm all caught up online, and there is nothing on tv except for the forbidden Regis and Kelly. So, it looks like dishes is my only option.