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Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Did you know you have to pay taxes on unemployment compensation? Huh? Even if it's just $77 a week? Can that possibly be true?

I'm fixing to start reassigning people's birthdays so I'll have the slightest chance of getting people presents once in awhile.

Although, to be fair to me, I am widely known to be a lousy present giver. Really, really lousy. I don't think my mother has ever used a single thing I've ever given her (except maybe that scarf I made), even the expensive video camera back when I had a job. There could be a book about the bad presents I've given. I once gave someone-who-shall-remain-nameless a Dawson's Creek teeshirt as a gag gift. (I made up for it nicely, VERY nicely with a very sentimental and cool and irreplaceable gift, but still.) And my sister actually got mad at me one year at Christmas because I gave her a stuffed Blue from Blue's Clues because she had a crush on Steve, the host. And let's not even begin to talk about the automatic kitty-litter box that Gina's cat refused to go near.

Of course, now with the magic of knitting, there's a whole new world of ill-fitting, clashing, clumsily-assembled delights for me to inflict upon my loved ones.

I think the best gift from me is no gift at all, personally. Which isn't to mean I don't intend to ever try, when I can.

Now if you'll all excuse me, I'm gonna go read me some Marcel Mauss.