Since I last updated, I managed to find an old-school cassette deck, with line-out even. Looks like it used to be part of a really fancy home entertainment system twenty years ago. That's cool. It randomly makes this horrible shrieking noise. That's trash. It records just fine and doesn't damage the tapes, but it sounds like I set it on fire.
This put me in a mood. Not angry. Not upset. Just unpleasable. I wanted to do something, but I knew whatever I did, I wouldn't like it because of the mood I was in. I've got all these old movies I picked up cheap, and I've been thinking of finally reading Kimagure Orange Road - I mean, I've heard good things about it. I might like it. But I wouldn't like it today. I'd just get five minutes in, put it down, and never pick it up again.
So I did taxes instead. I have absolutely nothing entertaining to say about the process, especially Form 1065 (which is intended to cover any kind of partnership, from husband-and-wife team to an international conglomerate - estimated time to fill it out is about 72 hours, if you're lucky). Anyhow, taxes are done.