I Am Here

I've been at the library for fifty eight minutes of my five+ hour shift and already I seem to be out of things to do. Well, homework doesn't really count since I really only have one project left and I really don't want to do it. I could of course write something, but I'm very unmotivated at the moment. You would think that being in a library I could find something to keep myself occupied. I mean, I am literally surrounded by books, but I'm tired and I don't really feel like reading, else I could take The Red Tent out of my bag and read that.
My water bottle is empty.
My roommie finally talked to me last night. Know why? Because she wanted something. This seems to be developing into a system. She doesn't talk to me until she needs something and then if I'm not home she'll email me so she never actually has to talk to me at all until we're actually in the car going wherever it is she wanted to go because that's typically the only thing she "needs" because I have a car and she doesn't and she won't drive mine so I can't just say "the keys are on the counter. have fun." Now one of her friends has a futon that she's going to give us for our apartment next year but we have to get it from her dorm to our apartment and I'm really not sure how we're going to do that seeing as we're going to be in our triple (From this past year) until the end of the summer and then we're moving one door down the hall to our new apartment (double) in the middle of August. I know. That doesn't sound like a problem.
The problem is this. Our apartment right now is full. In the living room we have a desk, a sofa, a loveseat, a chair, a papizan, a bookcase and an entertainment center. The room's not that big. Not really room for a futon - but I'm sure we'll find someplace to put it. Otherwise it's going to have to go in our storage unit and that's in the basement and the stairs are scary and the doorway's pretty narrow and I don't really relish taking all those corners to get it back upstairs again. But I'm a wimp like that.
I really should at least think about my education project. It is due Monday, and I work at 11 so it really has to be done by ten so I can print it (and allow twenty minutes for the printer to decide not to work and then to restart the computer and try again) and deliver it on my way up here.
Have I mentioned that I work in the library?
Ugh. The combination of staring at the computer and the fluorescent overhead lights is starting to give me a headache. I'm gonna stop now.
Mmh. Whimper.
Brain hurts.