I have my 1040s, my Schedules A-Z and 1000-9999, my W-2s, my proof of insurance, the tags that I tore off of my mattresses, several candles lit to scare off the demons, the IRS website opened, and the Holy Grail playing in the background so I can say, “Help, help, I’m being repressed!” I shall now attempt to do my taxes.
ONE HOUR LATER: Ouch. But it’s done. Except for the actually paying them part.
Not So Fast 