xifeng | Jesus Lives in You and Me, But Only Metaphysically

So it's Easter! Actually, Easter is almost over now, but that's okay. Last night I typed for ages in a spate of panic, trying desperately to get my taxes in under the deadline. Perhaps I am a whackjob, but I happen to think that websites should be utilitarian first and that aesthetics should be a secondary consideration. H & R Block, alas, doesn't agree with me on this. However, I am due for a hefty refund, due to the six months I spent out of work last year.

(All the same, I'd rather have been more employed even if it meant paying more taxes.)

Mom's Easter basket (yes, I make my m0mmy an Easter basket. SHUT UP) went over well; I went to the bookstore yesterday after hanging about at the library. Barnes & Noble generally sells pretty good chocolate bunnies around this time of year, but alas, everybody else beat me to it. (They also beat me to the chocolate eggs.) I may have also accidentally purchased another book in addition to the stuff that I went in to get, and barely managed to keep myself from buying The Devil in Massachusetts.

Funny how I keep accidentally picking up books here and there. My life's dream is to have enough bookshelves to keep all my books out at the same time, including the YA Poo.

Not much to report here. Gotta crash.