Guess what I'm forcing myself to do right now?

There's a small (apparently insecure) part of me that's afraid that, if I somehow screw up my taxes, that's grounds for revoking my Adulthood badge. Not, the IRS will track me down, not that I'll have to pay out the porthole; that I'll have an item that exists purely in my imagination taken away.

This is the world I live in daily. Amazing, isn't it?


[Edited: Oooh! That's a nice number...would buy much polish for shinning badges...]