Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

Trying to do my taxes this year (using TurboTax because it's just convenient) and right now, it looks like on the hook to pay back over $800.

FUCK.

I miss when I used to get some decent returns, instead, but I must be making so much now that I've moved into a different tax bracket. And I don't really have enough other things to declare to reduce it any.

EDIT: I'm tempted to apply for the disability credit, but I don't know if my ongoing struggles with depression and ADHD would count. On a good day, I can function through a work shift, even if most days, I want to cry and quit.
I talked to my doctor today. I'm not getting my hopes up yet because it might not be approved, but he said there's probably a good chance it will be. Especially given my history, losing jobs and other opportunities due to mental health, past suicide attempts, etc. He said it all plays a role in filing.

Not only would I get a handsome tax return instead, but it also might be back-dated up to 10 years. Which would be life changing for me. I could pay off debts in full and have more to spare.

Again, there's no guarantee on this, but if it happens? Wow.
 
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We're on vacation in southern Spain. That's great.
We've been here a little over a week now. We've seen one dry day, and not a single day over 15°C (~60°F).
All the locals are happy they're finally getting some much-needed moisture and aren't facing a heat wave in spring for the first time in years, but it still kinda sounds that the same week or family and friends at home have been enjoying 20°C+ (~70°F) and sunshine.

I've made it snow in Florida, my wife has made it rain in the Sahara, together we've seen the hottest heat wave ever recorded in Norway, and the coldest summer in Madeira. I swear we need to start selling our services to areas in draught and whatever.
 
We're on vacation in southern Spain. That's great.
We've been here a little over a week now. We've seen one dry day, and not a single day over 15°C (~60°F).
All the locals are happy they're finally getting some much-needed moisture and aren't facing a heat wave in spring for the first time in years, but it still kinda sounds that the same week or family and friends at home have been enjoying 20°C+ (~70°F) and sunshine.

I've made it snow in Florida, my wife has made it rain in the Sahara, together we've seen the hottest heat wave ever recorded in Norway, and the coldest summer in Madeira. I swear we need to start selling our services to areas in draught and whatever.
A friend of mine had a summer study in England. He left Dallas at 85 degrees, cool for that time of year. He landed in London at 90 degrees. Which is very hot for England. So hot that the black top roads in the rural areas sloughed off into the ditches. The tar was set to survive winters not hot summer days.
 
we need to start selling our services to areas in draught and whatever.
When I lived in Spain, what I remember is that it rained pretty much solidly from the last week of September until the first or second week of December, excepting for a bare handful of days. I think they're good.

--Patrick
 
Some day, maybe I'll actually see that.
Until then, all I know is that it's yet another movie where Rex Harrison doesn't actually sing.

--Patrick
 

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Some day, maybe I'll actually see that.
Until then, all I know is that it's yet another movie where Rex Harrison doesn't actually sing.

--Patrick
You can always watch the Family Guy spoof. It's quicker.

"The life of the wife is ended with the knife."
 
The wife took us to Disneyworld for our anniversary the other day. She went all out planning it, down to the customized t-shirts. The day started off well and we tried the Guardians of the Galaxy ride first. I used to enjoy roller coasters. In fact, I used to have an annual pass to Six Flags. I guess age has caught up with me because I felt a little woozy afterward. The wife suggested we get our pictures taken with Mickey. The wait was a half hour and it would have given my stomach time to settle down. I was feeling better, however, and said we should just go on to the next ride. Things were fine at first but then I started to feel nauseated. This ride was like a space shuttle flight, with lots of rocking back and forth. At the end of the ride I grabbed an airsickness bag and violently hurled my breakfast. It was the kind of puking where it explodes everywhere in a spray. The bag couldn't contain all of it and some puke went down the front of my customized shirt and onto the floor. I was so embarrassed.

Lucky for us, the Disney employees were gracious. They let me clean up in a washroom and gave me a gift voucher for a free t-shirt. My wife told me, "so you get sick at Disneyworld and you get a free shirt? I got sick at a bar once and all they did was throw me out."

I was fine about an hour later and the rest of the day went well. But I have realized I can't really do the intense rides anymore. Also, half-digested eggs and cranberry juice burn when they come back up.
 
The fluid in your ears that you use to maintain your equilibrium does get thicker and slower to respond over time, but I don't know if extra hydration before going to the park would've helped or just given you urgent bladder all day.

--Patrick
 
EPCOT day, Guardians followed by Mission: Space has been a deadly combination for many people. A spinning twisting coaster followed by the centrifugal spin of simulated gravity during a launch/landing/crash of a space mission to Mars is a rough combo. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle either one, or be able to almost ignore them, since my stroke two years ago. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do them or other rides next time we go, but I’m gonna try.
 
I've noticed that scheming college students don't use the "dead grandma" excuse as much anymore. Instead it's their goddamned cousins. One of my students seriously missed five straight weeks of class last year. Of course those chronic unexcused absences meant she was guaranteed a failing grade. She emailed me towards the end of the semester saying she knew her attendance "wasn't that great" but she had a good excuse. She had a "lil cousin who struggles with autism." I usually hate giving out failing grades, but I make exceptions for plagiarists and malingerers who can't be bothered to show up. Another student said she couldn't take the midterm AND requested all the notes we'd taken thus far because she had to babysit a younger cousin. It's always the same story, and it's always the cousin's mother who is working three jobs. The father is nowhere to be found. The university does not excuse those absences but students think they can play on my sympathy. In my experience, students who are indeed in those situations let me know way early in the semester so we can work out alternative arrangements, or they go into asynchronous online classes where they can keep up at their own pace.

If these slackers are actually telling the truth, then the tyranny of cousins is a real thing in the 21st century. And their deadbeat uncles need to step up.
 
Just got back from my first dentist appointment in over 20 years.
My acid reflux has eaten away so much of my enamel that I require caps on all of my teeth.
I will be back in debt forever again.
It is probably both cheaper and more expedient to just become an Australian (or whatever...pick a Western country) citizen at this point instead of remaining mired in the medical hellscape that is America.
 
Just got back from my first dentist appointment in over 20 years.
My acid reflux has eaten away so much of my enamel that I require caps on all of my teeth.
I will be back in debt forever again.
I feel like this is a manifestation of that economic boots theory, where if you'd been able to get regular checkups over the last 20 years then it wouldn't ever have gotten to this point.
 
When I was in h.s., I found $20 in the parking lot of a Hardee's as I was leaving. I went back in and asked if anyone lost a 20. The manager said to keep it. Feeling great, I went back to my car to put the money in my wallet only to find my 20 missing. I must have dropped it while walking in to Hardee's while checking on how much cash I had (pre debit cards). I almost gave away my money.
 
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