After spending too much time in mom’s bar yesterday and drinking WAY too much, I have decided to stay upstairs tonight.
I tried to stay and chat with the locals, but I find it difficult to be around drunk people if I am not drinking.
They are still getting the place going, but it is coming along nicely. Here’s a pic of the bar…
Well… that pretty much sums in up. I feel like shit today.
The day started out OK… then the accountant called me… looking for even more paperwork for the IRS audit. I guess that set me off.
Calgon take me away!
I popped a Xanax, but it really hasn’t mellowed me out.
I just want to crawl into bed, crank up the AC and snuggle up in the covers.
I feel like I am having a panic attack. I’m not quite sure… I don’t think I have ever had one.
I just got off the phone with my accountant and he is asking for home expenses… from 2005.
I don’t think I am alone here. Who the fuck keeps a detailed record of their home expenses from four years ago?
Also… it seems that my 2006 bank statements have magically evaporated. The auditor claims not to have them… and the piece of shit lawyer I hired and paid $10,000 is a fucking waste of space.
Yes… it is a day to vent.
I SO wish this IRS audit bullshit was over.
Luckily, I took a Xanax a few minutes ago. Chill time.
The simple life I am working toward can not come soon enough.
Each year I reap the reward of tiny little plums from my neighbor’s tree.
My inital thought… years ago… was that it would be a bitch to clean up after the tree.
Oh No!
Instead I have been taking the plums I have been handed and have made “plumade” — literally.
Over the past few years, I have take a couple dozen of these little plums… mix them with a liter or so of vodka… and let them soak for a month or so.
The result… a delcious plum-flavored vodka. 
I have found myself taking more Xanax lately.
With the recent breakup with the ex, the IRS bullshit coming to a head and the BF madness… I just need to chill the fuck out.
I’m not popping them ever day. In fact, when I have taken them, I have never taken more than 0.5 mg. at a time… and I have never taken more than 1 mg. in a day.
I feel a bit numb now… and that’s exactly what I need.
I am stressing again over my situation with the IRS.
For anyone not “in the know”, assuming that anyone reads this, here is a quick recap…
For the past 13 months, I have been undergoing a nasty audit with the Internal Revenue Service.
What started with a “examination” on a few categories on my 2006 return, blossomed to the full year… then… on to all of 2005… and extended to 2007.
This has been the most stressful and crock-of-shit ordeal of my entire life.
Not Sure How An Audit Works?
Let me fill you in. Basically “the man” comes in and looks at all of your bank statements. He then treats EVERY deposit as income… unless you can prove otherwise.
Imagine having to remember what every dime you deposited into your bank was 3+ years ago. If you can’t remember, well… you will be taxed on that money… along with a substantial penalty.
FUCKING SUCKS!
Time Out! I need a Xanax.
I feel like my life is at a bit of a standstill… like it is time for the next chapter to begin.
Professionally, I am doing better than ever (with the exception of a sales slump over the past few months).
It is time to live… but where do I start.
Yes… I am rambling… and, yes… I have had few beers.
