It was a typical day at the store, which meant Sean was rearranging anything K-Mart or Lindsay might've done -- though K-Mart was the one who typically moved things around -- and then settling behind the counter with his laptop.

Today he was trying to keep up with emails from his family. One from Bryce, a tentative update on how his music was going. One from Thomas, asking in traditional Nast condescending fashion how "that little store" was going. One from Josef... well, being Josef.

He quickly gave up on the family email and went back to playing games.

[The OCD is off packing my closet for me]