What with all the taxes
I did. But it's done. Go, me. I hope I didn't screw it up too badly, like I did last year.
Since the day couldn't get any worse, I decided to print out Hitman!Ben for a snail mail sub, because that's always fun. But I'm out of ink. So that's awesome.
Actually, I take that back. Today was a mix of awesome and awful. On the awful side, there were the aforementioned taxes (and three hours of my life I will never get back). I've had a cold for the past three days and am coughing my head off. Also, you'd think there'd be some kind of conservation of mass going on with all this goop in my sinuses, but I think a white hole has taken up residence inside them and is just... spewing mucus. It's gross, for the record. And my intestines have decided that they are also unhappy with the current turn of events. What fun, right?
On the plus side, we got paid today, so I got to put money in my anteater for MisCon, which I always enjoy doing. One more paycheck will have me fully funded for that. We ate at Famous Dave's, and it was delicious. And I picked up book 4 in Kevin Hearne's Iron Druid series, which I am enjoying immensely. I also picked up the Iron Man 3 Prelude comic after deciding not to blow ten bucks on Empire Magazine, whose cover story this issue is (you guessed it) Iron Man 3.
I got no writing or editing done. My head hurts and I'm tired and not real think-y right now. I may take a desultory poke at something tonight, but. . . I doubt it, honestly.