Last night I finished Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. I'm not sure how I feel about it, or even what the point of it was. I can kind of guess at it, but it was strange. I think I'll read more stuff by him.

I started Lamb by Christopher Moore. I'm not sure how I feel about that one, either.

Last night at work, the store was busy until 5, and then probably 4 customers came in between then and 9. We had nothing to do, and for a few hours there were 4 of us in there. It was soooo crazy boring. This morning will probably be the same thing, but I'd rather have nothing to do than be crazy busy.

I get to go home today. Tonight (or sometime) I hope to see The Squid and the Whale.