I got a little bit of bad news last night. It involved a tax question that may hamper the rest of my year. I am not even sure who to ask and get the answer I want. My accountant brought it up, but I think he might be wrong. But I can't ask the plan administrator. They hate me, and will do anything to make sure I am screwed.
So as mulled these things in my head and unable to sleep, I took a Xanax. Ah, sweet bliss, and who frickin' cares about taxes anyway.
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