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I have tax returns starting from 1998/99, stuck together in an ancient manila envelope. I have various returns and W2 forms dating from 2002, jumbled together - and there seems to be a ton of stuff for 2002 compared to the others.

But nothing, nada zip for 2006. &%$#@

I went on this horrible nostalgic trip through some of the more painful moments in my life while sorting through all the crap in the only box that might have had the returns. Everything from the car accident to problems with my brother that once involved calling the cops to living with Mom in S.C. waaay back when... like dropping myself in acid.

I have a headache now.

But. I have called Dad, whom I suspect of innocently having kept my 2006 tax-stuff, since he did my filing. And I'm trying to keep myself from dissolving because I know part of this is the time of month - weepy-stupid this time, all the way.

I'd rather be ticked off the whole time. Anger is so much more energetic.

Okay. So, to forcibly inject a positive note - still loving the Gormenghast books. ( of course a bit spoilery )

ETA: Having been wonderfully distracted, am feeling much better now. We shall see what kind of news I get when I wake up. :)