Elaboration

About last entry…I went to the IRS in Atlanta to get verification that I signed an income tax form. Since I didn’t work last year, I wasn’t required to sign a form, so I had to pick up a 1722 form. My aunt and I went up to the building and asked for the information. After giving us the form, the lady at the counter asked us to wait in the room for our number. Our number was G723. They had three numbers being served at three different locations. Actually, they had two people serving others and the lady at the counter would help us if no one was in line. So, my aunt and I relaxed with everyone else and I tried to keep my mind occupied. I kinda got hungry but not so hungry to the point where we had to leave. I did contemplate on coming back tomorrow, but I decided against it. When we got there, the number they were on in G was 711. Once it reached 714, the numbers just started falling because some of the people decided not to wait. Finally, 723 was called and I went to the same lady that gave me the form to begin with. I gave her my student I.D. and driver’s license and she was like, ‘sorry you had to wait so long. You waited all this time and we don’t even have any information on you’. Gee thanks, I wish I had known that as soon as I got there. Sheesh.

On a completely different note, Liz and I argued about something really silly. We argued how long I was on the phone with her. I say that because our old fights used to be about the past and it would lead to us not talking for a good bit.