Last night, Mandi and I finished Ultimate Alliance and it played a rundown of all the decisions we made through the game and the consequences they would have on the future of the Marvel universe. Because we rescued Jean, letting Kurt fall to his death when Mephisto kidnapped the two (which wasn't even intentional. We wanted Nightcrawler, dammit!), apparently Mystique would eventually raid the Xavier School, putting Charles in a coma that would last for several months before he dies, thus disbanding the X-Men. How sad, right?
In other news, I'm supposedly going to be trained on the registers so I can play cashier from time to time. I was made to watch the jewelry counter and fitting rooms during Sale Saturday and told Michelle what a great time I had getting to have the chance to interact with the customers, and she and Matt said I could get cross-trained. Glad to be moving up in the world. Apart from that, work still sucks, and I have nothing more on the subject to cover.
Or any other subject, for that matter. My life is just the same as it's always been. I work, sleep, and suffer in silence, or not-so-silence. I guess I will just continue to do that.
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