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Apr. 7th, 2014 04:07 amLie awake.
Listen to the rain.
Think.
Think:
I finished my taxes today. Much later than I usually file, and horribly grueling, because oh my god the 1040 is awful and I had a 1099-MISC which meant figuring out which extra schedules I had to file with it and then realizing that they are in no way written with casual, by-the-day grunt work in mind. I am due to get about two weeks' worth of pay back in refunds. This is really a reflection of how little I get paid, not how awesome my refund is.
Think:
I really need to find a new job before I just can't stop myself from ragequitting this one anymore.
Think:
Today I got to read my boyfriend to sleep with some of my favorite Jane Austen fanfic.
Think:
I got exceptionally lucky in finding Peter.
He is not, I'll grant you, the traditional "good catch". He might have been, if the chronic pain hadn't put him out of work as a programmer for so long, and at just the wrong moment. But in that case, we almost certainly would have never met, and I would have continued to go mooning around after men who weren't interested or weren't what I needed. He adores me all out of reason and proportion with my virtues. He accepts my flaws with more grace than I do. He loves me, takes care of me, and always makes me feel truly cherished, even when he's angry or upset with me. He is absolutely what I need, and I adore him for it.
And there's the fantastic sex, of course. (Parents, if you're reading this... well, this is awkward. It has been almost two years since we started dating, though. I hope you're not too surprised.)
Think:
Why am I not asleep yet, when it's 4 in the morning?
Listen to the rain.
Think.
Think:
I finished my taxes today. Much later than I usually file, and horribly grueling, because oh my god the 1040 is awful and I had a 1099-MISC which meant figuring out which extra schedules I had to file with it and then realizing that they are in no way written with casual, by-the-day grunt work in mind. I am due to get about two weeks' worth of pay back in refunds. This is really a reflection of how little I get paid, not how awesome my refund is.
Think:
I really need to find a new job before I just can't stop myself from ragequitting this one anymore.
Think:
Today I got to read my boyfriend to sleep with some of my favorite Jane Austen fanfic.
Think:
I got exceptionally lucky in finding Peter.
He is not, I'll grant you, the traditional "good catch". He might have been, if the chronic pain hadn't put him out of work as a programmer for so long, and at just the wrong moment. But in that case, we almost certainly would have never met, and I would have continued to go mooning around after men who weren't interested or weren't what I needed. He adores me all out of reason and proportion with my virtues. He accepts my flaws with more grace than I do. He loves me, takes care of me, and always makes me feel truly cherished, even when he's angry or upset with me. He is absolutely what I need, and I adore him for it.
And there's the fantastic sex, of course. (Parents, if you're reading this... well, this is awkward. It has been almost two years since we started dating, though. I hope you're not too surprised.)
Think:
Why am I not asleep yet, when it's 4 in the morning?
