Taxes Are, At Least, Preferable to Death

* Filed my taxes today, although I'd done them awhile ago. I owed and did not want to give the government any more than I had to. The confusing thing is that up until I did the Federal review for errors in Turbo Tax, it looked like I'd get money back. But in the review, something inevitably got flipped when looking at my car's use for business purposes and I owed. This happened twice at two different attempts to file, so I just said fuck it and went with the one that said, "Low risk for Audit." I keep marginally good records, but I certainly don't need the stress of an audit.

* My Georgie cat is having some teeth issues, it seems – he's had a fever, his gums are swollen and bleeding, and he's sneezing a lot. This means gooey pink antibiotics and wet food and a twice a day war – both with him to take the meds and with the other cat to keep him out of the room where the wet food is. Ah cats, tiny terrorists of love.

But the cat was a trooper at the vets, charming and inquisitive and fearless and I sacrificed my softest blanky to transport him because he's just that sweet a boy. But it will mean more money to get his teeth cleaned and blood work done and I just...you know, it's always something and at least I love his sweet, nutty self more than my car.

* I have words piling on top of words, so many words and stories itching and begging to come out and mostly they're stuck in my brain, hindered by this awful wracking cough I've got going, my exhaustion, and the fact that Kelly Link's "Stranger Things Happen" is totally pulling me through the day to day.

* Go check out iamsab's, "If Chris Carter Fucks Us Over Again…" community and Facebook community. We watched "The Truth" last night, and concluded that it was mostly a waste of time, shippiness of the end aside, and that the real crime CC perpetrated against the shippers was not a lack of resolution, but a lack of consuming passion. All that chemistry and he flipped to the end instead of letting the tension have a satisfying blow out and sexual release. Also, the Super Soldiers remain as dumb as before, the black oil kind of makes sense (relative X-Files sense!!), Seasons 4 and 5 really were killer television and Season 7 is under appreciated.

Also, remember how Scully can't die? I love that.

* If one more person calls me the Copy Editor at work today, I'm throwing my stapler at them. And immediately retrieving them. Or potentially poking them with my wire Target sculpture of the Empire State Building. That would be far more satisfying.

* In conclusion, M. forgot to pay the gas bill. "We're only a month behind," he said, handing me a glass of expensive wine. After this long, this many years, after having the house cleaned and making all of this attempt to reclaim my space and sanity, all I could do was sit on the couch and drink a pricey Shiraz and listen to his excuses and know I only had myself to blame.

It's 9 pm, what the hell am I doing in bed?

Laying under the covers shivering, that's what.

Cough is getting worse, making my whole body ache. No gas means no hot water, no heat, and no stove. If someone finds Mike in a stove, they'll consider my justified. Plus, I feel like a loser calling my friends and saying, "Hey, can I come use your shower?" Which is the next course of action as my frigging Y membership apparently expired without my knowledge.

Oh cat, why won't you eat the expensive stinky wet food I bought you. Why won't you FEEL better and eat your supper. Poor squishie, indeed. Plus, mama had to pay the taxman so you can't go back to the vet until payday!

I am deeply tempted to do a full rewatch of the X-Files from the beginning. I believe I have videos of the first season still. I wonder if I have all 7 seasons. (I'm not tempted to watch 8 or 9, largely because I think that the S7 finale made a perfect ending, not for any deep seeded resentment).

So, favorite eps? Favorite seasons? Favorite fics that still make you feel all dark and squishy inside? I read EVERYTHING, back in my lurking, not understanding fandom or fangirls but desperate for more M/S angst and tension days. It's crazy to me that some of the people I most adore are people that I met because I caught sight of them in Farscape fandom when I got brave enough to dip my toes into that and fell, fawning, into their orbits. I knew who iamsab and cofax7, not to mention haphazardmethod or fialka or denyeverything1, were before I ever met them, and they're just as amazing in person as they were back in their heady XF days when I just read from afar!