Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (May 5)

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Katchoo had dodged three mariachi bands on her way to work, not being in the mood to deal with any of them. She wished Clocky hadn't stayed home today, or she'd have sicced the damn thing on them just for the fleeting visceral satisfaction. Her feelings about the last few days were considerably mixed, and the ingredients in that mix were dubious and wildly varied.

Once she got to the store, she turned on a Griffin Silver CD and slouched behind the counter, poking absently at a cup of drafting pencils on display near the register. No idea if Arthur would come in today or not (feeling she knew him well enough to make a guess, she suspected not), but someone had to poke at the supplies on the counter on a Wednesday, dammit.

Last Wednesday shift for a while, even.

God, this was all depressing.

[OOC: I was sleepy enough a while ago to actually walk into a wall. The OCD fell and rolled away out of reach upon impact.]