Zinged with a $220 retail sales tax bill for last year. Did I really sell that many photos?

Zinged with a $220 retail sales tax bill for last year. Did I really sell that many photos?
This weather is getting me all hot. In more ways than one.
On nights like this, when I’ve been in the house by myself all day, I have a craving for something. Not just for a taste, but an experience, among the lights and the shadows.
A while ago, I found the right place with the right ambiance. A place without the distractions of my house. Where I can write without thinking of what other work I should be doing.
I always tell myself that I’ll go tomorrow. It’s always tomorrow (the same day that most diets start). So I force myself to get in the car and drive.
When I walk in, I have to remember the nomenclature. Tall means small, grande means medium, venti means large.
Along with this craving comes a thirst for something sweet and warm to drink, harking to the days I lived unemployed, and my favourite thing to do was drink all sorts of strong coffees and teas. My stomach will pay for this later.
The cups always feel nice in the hand. Maybe I’m a sucker for good design — the pure white, the clean lines, the textured insulating sleeve with prominent corporate logo.
Sometimes, I need to go out to be alone. A warm drink is company enough.
Low of 8 last night, high of 28 today. That’s 20 degrees difference from morning to night! How am I supposed to dress?!?
That movie was INTENSE. I only remembered about 10 minutes from before, and I have such a better appreciation of it, now that I’m older.
So strange to see Christopher Walken playing a normal character.
Feel like watching something heavy. And so, The Dear Hunter. Haven’t watched it in 10+ years, with a close-minded girlfriend.
Been designing and coding all day. Taking the rest of the night off.
Haven’t eaten anything with fiber today. Which pretty much means bananas and toast.
One of the drugs I’ve been prescribed for my colitis, Asacol, is delay-released, which means it has a special coating that makes it travel through the stomach, and absorbed only in the colon. This specific brand is released in the left and end of the colon, which is where my colitis is. I often get conflicting advice about how to take the drug:
It’s generally taken that the doctor’s advice takes precedence over anything else. But as a person who works in the medical industry, where doctors are frequently revealed to be incompetent, I know that not all of them know what they’re talking about.
Scary, for an industry in which we put so much blind faith. Who am I supposed to believe?
Me and my sisters, goin’ for a ride, goin’ for a ride, goin’ for a ride.
Lonely night, early night.
A flourish of blood and I’m back to square one. This is so fucking depressing. I want to punch myself in the stomach.
It’s impossible to be in a bad mood on a warm and sunny day like this.
HAIR ON MY NECK HAIR ON MY NECK!!!! Does this mean I need to start shaving there now? And that I’m getting old?