I want to do my taxes, but I haven't gotten my W2's yet. WTF, mate? Was I supposed to pick them up? I'm too lazy to inquire at work, and I hope that my previous employ sent them to the right address of the four I've had the last year [there are two addresses they could send it to that would work].
So, if one were fleeing to Soviet Canuckistan for a year, how on earth does one do health insurance?
Now on Bluff City.
If only I had something to do so I could at least be productive in my insomnia. I'm not really in the mood for reading.
Georgia sounds like a great country to visit sometime. Today talked with a guy [American] who is, among other things, working as a sort of cultural liaison in Georgia for Americans.
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