Whee taxes.

So remember, oh maybe as much as 9 months ago, when Maryland thought I owed them money from 2003? Well I just got another letter from them saying they think I owe them money from 2004. The same fun rules apply: I was a full-time student and a dependent of an active-duty military member with residency in California. Trying to explain that to average office grunts if fun, let me tell you. It's a little different, though, in 2004 because I actually worked in Maryland that year, for Davis Construction. I think I filled out a tax return. They say they can't find it. So I need to give them proof. Easier said than done, so I'm just going to get copies from Davis and fill out a new form. My understanding is that Davis withheld enough to cover my taxes regardless, and so filing just has the chance of me getting a refund if they over-withheld -- which, frankly, would serve the state right.

Frankly, I just wish they'd leave me alone.

Sun don't shine, wind don't blow...

I'm scared.

I'm scared that my finances will fall out from under me.
I'm scared that I'll get to Monterey with nowhere to live.
I'm scared that I'll fail my classes.
I'm scared that I'll futz up my thesis.
I'm scared that I'll botch things with Kira.
I'm scared that there's nothing *to* botch up with Kira.

Uncertainty has a way of getting to me. I like being certain of things. Right now, I'm not feeling very certain of much of anything. I'll be OK. I just need something to ground me, something that I can be sure of.

I'm scared.


Nothing I can do // that I have not done. // No words I can say. // No truth left that I can see. // So must I let this end // so everything falls apart. // Before I live the life // as I have always done. // Tell me what to do // so I do nothing wrong. // Something I can hope for. // Something real that I can see. // So nothing falls apart. // So that it does not end. // I cannot return. // I can't start again.
-VNV Nation, Rubicon