Looks like freakin' Beruit around here. Well, no, not really. I can't back that up. But maybe a refugee camp...
Scant days remain to my NY residency status. Which reminds me, I'll need to have a tax service do my returns next year.
My God I am exhausted.
And the movers haven't found another load yet, so they haven't given me a pickup time and date, other than the guaranteed three-day window. At least it takes some of the time pressure to hurry and get everything done RIGHT NOW off. Which is good, because see above one-sentence paragraph.
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Just keep thinking to yourself "I'm leaving New York State, I'm leaving New York State, I'm leaving New York state."
Its a lovely mantra.
Yeah, I managed to resist the urge to flip NY the bird as I rolled over the state line, but only barely.
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