And woke up to find my return had been rejected. The IRS couldn't confirm my identity--i.e., The IRS (yes, I did capitalize the article) forgot about my existence. (I know, I didn't think that would ever happen, either.) As it turns out, I was one of the small percentage of people affected by a glitch in their system, causing some people to be missing from their database.
Ain't I the lucky one?
Actually, I am: another glitch accused some filers of being deceased.
(True: This isn't even the first time the good ole US of A has been confused about me. When I turned 18, I got a letter informing me I was required to sign up for the draft. Um, Uncle Sam? I don't have the parts you think I have.)
(Also true: I'm doing the work of two people at my job... I may post a little more sporadically, just don't leave me, okay?)