Pressure and Time.

Today in real life marked the first of two days off from work I get this week. There are only four managers left at my store, one of who is also acting store manager for another location, and another who has taken the week off for some unknown reason. This leaves the remaining two, myself and another, sitting on 40 scheduled hours this week. Not so bad until you consider the fact we are both only meant to be part-timers.

Today on the internets I downloaded Everything Will be OK and I Am So Proud of You. I will be obtaining the DVD bundle as soon as the purchase ebbs from the border of gratuitous splurging to fiscal responsibility because the films are strangely observant and morbidly touching and worth every single penny. I'm looking forward to the series' final installment. It should also be worth nothing that I recently purchased the soundtrack from Christopher Nolan's masterpiece Inception (have a listen); I highly doubt Hans Zimmer needs my financial support, but it's the thought that counts, yes? As for Inception, I've already seen the movie itself twice in theatres. A third watch was made possible today by time yet restricted by an unfortunate shortage of funds. Tony Roma's took my money the day before yesterday. It was a most delicious expense.

Today in fiction nothing happened.