I completed my 2019 Tax Questionnaire for my fancy NYC Accountant at 2:13 a.m. this morning—late as usual. After I signed a few e-documents, I realized that I had not eaten since breakfast.
Too lazy to cook, I hopped over to the 7-Eleven for a frozen pizza (ugh).After 18 minutes in the oven, I devoured about three-quarters of it with two cold beers, knowing I’d likely have a bit of heartburn.
After a few hours of relaxing sleep, I awoke, made coffee, and opened the refrigerator only to see the last three pieces. Instant breakfast (but never again).
I am off to my shop to figure out what I want to do with it—planning a totally news and social media free weekend. It’s all too depressing.
