It's 12:57 AM and I've officially e-filed my taxes. Two glasses of shiraz later and I'm done paying The Man. Earlier yesterday (Monday) marked my official return back to work, after being out sick all last week. The worst of my ailment is over. I hardly ever get sick, so when I fall ill... I really fall ill. I have a nice, husky drag queen voice to show for my pain and suffering. I always thought that I had "Tranny Wit" and now I have the voice to match. Much to the delight of my co-workers, one of whom suggested I could make some moolah phone-sexing. Upon my return, I discovered that I missed. Can't say that I blame them... just kidding. In any event, my taxes are done, my nose is running (the last remnants of the sickness), and my tongue is painted dark red from the wine. Time to brush and turn in...