I got an email from the boss’s boss yesterday about “changes” to the site that was scheduled to go live Monday. It made me do a lot more screaming yesterday. His email was followed by a series of others that pissed me off, so I said “fuck it” and cleaned my house. Since my house is basically clean and have some stuff up on the walls, I thought I’d share an inside tour. It’s actually a backwards tour, and I forgot the screened porch. It’s not cool yet anyway.

I met with an accountant today. Basically, the deduction of my laptop purchase saved me from paying any taxes, so in a way, I got it free. I’m also getting a pleasant refund, so that was all good news. She pretty much confirmed my plan to go for an LLC with my brother & sister to manage our farms. My dad’s so paranoid we’re gonna sell the land. I’m going to be pres of partnership. It’s gonna be a cool experience, getting cash rent and distributing profits. It’s like hardcore monopoly.

Well, I got my W-2 from Purdue as soon as I got home from the accountant, so I just turned around and took it to her. I felt bad leaving Snippy for a third time, so i took her with me…made her day. Too bad in my efforts to keep her from jumping out of the car, I closed the door on my head. Basically, the corner of the door jammed in to the part of my skull just behind my ear (see figure 1). I couldn’t get a good pic…that whole area behind my ear down to my neck is bruised. Hurt like a bitch.

Aww I just saw boys in the sports news segmen that were in junior high when i graduated. They’re all big and playing basketball. I feel so old. Also, Letterman’s child looks just like my little brother when he was tiny. Adorable. Is the letter spacing bad or did I have too much Captain Morgan? I think it’s bad. I’ll fix it.