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Procrastination is the key word for today. I abhor tax season. . .I used to love doing it myself, and then I got bungled up by Capital Cost Allowances and business crap. I am going to take my big box of disorganization down to H&R Block and dump it in their laps. Everything WAS organized until I found that "someone" must have stuck some other stuff in my files, and I have spent the last few hours trying to sort through it all. *Note to self, never ever sell anything in USD ever again, it is too much of a pain. Now, I have to sort through what I have sorted through, and then do it again, add everything up again, because I can't be too OCD. Another note to self: resist the urge to straighten your hair. I think I burnt it. I thought it was steam, but it smelled bad and then realized, no, that it was my hair burning. I am sick to death of waking up looking like I am from Sly and the Family Stone, or have a peacock on the back of my head. Feel like rambling, I don't want to be doing what I should be doing, so I am procrastinating. Right now I am listening to Hawkwind, it's an okay record, I like Lemmy in Motorhead better, but totally different genres. I was told up at the cottage that I should be able to just plug my record player into the computer itself and then burn my records onto CD. I should start cataloguing them. A neighbour of mine has over 5000, I don't know how many I have. I wouldn't even want to guestimate. All I know is that when we had movers, they complained at how many boxes we had. "All I know is there were rumours. . .All I know" , oh dear sleep deprivation. Which Pixie's song was that? I will probably answer myself later. So, supposedly, via the grapevine in Blyth, we are moving to British Columbia! Gee, I can't wait. A warmer climate, albeit rainy, friends, big trees, laid back attitudes and big slugs that look like chocolate covered hamsters. Someone must have purchased our houses, funny, I haven't seen any FOR SALE signs on the front lawn. Maybe someone put our house up on Craigslist (just dreaming), like the poor sod who came home to find her home was ransacked. They had taken out an add saying "come and get it" everything must go. Yikes. These small towns are so funny and so imaginative, must have taken a lot of brain juice to think this newest rumour up. ha ha ha ha . . .ya. whatever. 5:30pm Wooohooooo. . . .I think I have all my stuff together. Nice Nice. Took me all day, but now it is in little folders and all labelled. Very windy. . .the weather radar shows precipitation. Will this winter ever end? I want to get to my garden plunking.