I can't sleep so I thought I'd simultaneously cheer myself up and wear myself out by calculating my fat tax return.

Feds: owe me sixteen bucks.
Governator: owes me 68 cents.

I plugged "16.68" into google to see what comes up and what comes up? "Chapter 16.68 RCW: Disposal of dead animals." Oh, shit, what does it all mean? I bet I'll start seeing the number 16.68 everywhere! It's gonna be like that super-creepy looking Jim Carrey movie! And oh, fuck, in the year 1668 is when the Triple Alliance of 1668 was formed! And the year the British East India company conquered Bombay! And tomorrow I'm going to work with a bunch of Indian people.

Shit dudes, it's all getting fucking CRAZY. I'm going to bed.

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