taxes, taxes, taxes - do your taxes

I spent half of yesterday and most of today cleaning my room. It no longer looks like a derranged bag (and box) woman lives there with her infinite piles of unsorted stuff. (I give it about three days tops before that changes, but hopefully that's enough time to vaccum first.)

I love beverages best out of a cold glass bottle. Plus, then I get a mini-light show when opening my Coke. (Our bottle opener mimics a lava lamp when used.)

Must do taxes, send out birthday cards, find someone who wants to discuss the Battlestar opener, stop buying candy (based on the amounts found while cleaning).