Foul mood. Being anally raped by H&R Block for tax preparation fees. It's going to cost nearly $500 to prepare our taxes this year. That's almost as much as we fucking owe in tax. Fuck. I should have spent the last two and a half hours studying Spanish/Government/History and writing my fucking English paper which is due tomorrow, and instead I spent it bent over a desk at H&R Block having my rectum turned inside out by a smiling accountant. Fuck.