Holy Mother of God, Enough Already

I was just wandering around on Canada's taxation website and apparantly last September they reassessed my 2005 taxes.

Now, they would normally send a letter, but I'd moved so I didn't get the letter asking for my receipts nor the letter of reassessment.

They disallowed $5700 in medical expenses.

Now, I know that, according to the Year of the Pig, March is only a one star month but holy crap, this month has been FIVE YEARS LONG. I realized last night that it'd only been *17* days since I was in court.

It seems like a year ago.

And there's still more than a week left to the month.

Once I drag myself out of this fetal position I'm on my way to the hospital to see Elmer, photocopy all my receipts to send to Revenue Canada, get some forms filled out so that the military can finally maybe make the decision to pay me for over 200 hours of missed work and then I'm coming home to adopt the philosophy of the epaulet shark which, according to the book I am reading, deals with fear by....

Not all sharks are particularly scary. In Australia the small epaulet shark tries frantically to escape divers and snorkelers. The little fellow feels safely hidden if he can get his head into a coral niche. No matter that his body is completely visible; the epaulet shark, this ostrich of the sea, can't see you, and he lies still as a stone, thinking that he is a very clever fish.