Over the weekend I got an unexpected burst of industriousness and decided to do my taxes. Weird, I know. I don't know if it was the late hour I was doing them at, my early morning class, or complete stupidity, but once I finished inputting all my numbers I saw that I did not have a refund coming back like I expected, but instead owed the state of Illinois $1,300.

Cue heart attack.

After wondering briefly to myself whether or not I could pound on my chest to keep my heart going and call 911 at the same time, I took a couple of very deep breaths and went back to the computer to see if I could figure out what the problem was. It took a few minutes, but I did figure out where I screwed up. You'll be happy to know that I do not owe $1,300. Whew.

I've learned my lesson though. Slacking has kept me alive for many years. I owe it to myself (and to slacking) to continue being a slacker.

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