Who else couldn’t enjoy their hard fought tax victory?

I have spent the better part of 12 hours and at least 6 hours on Friday tweaking, nip and tucking, finessing, grooming, and whittling my taxes down from over a hundred dollars down to just shy of $40 and I didn’t want to pay them that. Like a detective I sought out every saving, like a bounty hunter stalked down every deduction no matter how small; I trimmed at the return like a surgeon with a scalpel and lipoed it as if I had a cannula in my fist. My goal was not to give the bastards more than $40 and I did it. I am spent, drained, agitated and tired I did not win cleanly but I hit my acceptable goal. Why am I not basking in the victory? Was it because I had to fight so hard that the trill was lost?