Yesterday, I woke up to find that I had to pay taxes on my past selves.
It turns out, the government had discovered a way to collect taxes on every iteration of me that existed in parallel universes.
I was stuck in an infinite loop of paperwork, trying to fill out forms for every iteration of myself.
I tried to call my accountant, but they just laughed and said "you're just experiencing a temporal tax anomaly, don't worry about it" and handed me a pen and a stack of forms.
I'm currently stuck on page 345 of the W-2 form, trying to fill out the correct box for the time I spent in ancient Egypt as a cat.
I'm not sure if I'll ever escape this temporal tax trap, but at least the forms are nice and yellow.