Another year of grudgingly placating the G-man has arrived. Like a proper bisexual I put off my largely self-employed-driven tax filing until the last day, and will now reap the rewards in anxiety. The weekend was dark and full of potty accidents, and the upcoming week has not a gay date in sight. The nation mourns.
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