...that i have 2 extra days to figure out where all my crap is so i can do my taxes.

i'm sitting on the floor in the middle of my living room surrounded by a small sea of paper and apparently i'm missing a few pieces of vital information. now, i could either a) make [scientific] guesses about the stuff that i need to report based on what i do have or b) go on a mad search through house for what i actually need or c) just don't report it at all and claim ignorance.
i guess i'll be turning my house upside down. did morgan stanley even send me a statement of what turbo tax is asking for? what did i put on my returns last year? fuck all if i can remember.

i hate doing my taxes.

i'm going to target. i always feel better after going to target.