So upon arrival at work today we found not only the usual line waiting obnoxiously at the door (seriously, why is it that important to get to Radioshack right at noon every single Sunday? What the fuck is wrong with people?) but a POS system (aptly named, it would seem) that was not functioning. More than that, it soon became apparent that the problem was with the main server for the district, as no store in the metro area had working cash registers today. What followed was a day of impatient customers and manual credit card approvals. Yech.

Needless to say, I didn't want to do much (let alone study) once I got home from work. Instead I've been reading, eating pizza, and fucking with my MySpace profile. Yeah, I was pretty bored earlier. But the additions are awesome improvements to my profile; in a double nod to anyone who can get the references, I changed my name to "A Nightmare Inexplicably Torn From The Pages of Kafka!" I think this is hilarious. Whether anyone else thinks so remains to be seen.

And in other, curse related news, my roommate heard "Sink Florida Sink" in the background of some MTV show the other day. It figures that three weeks after I finally break down and get a band-related tattoo, said band is played on MTV. *sigh*