There are no trucks.

The librarians are purging the collection of any books that are obsolete and now I'm out of places to go with books. Of course, that's not entirely their fault, since we have to make room for all of the new books we're buying because apparently we've got a pretty big grant to spend and our collection is really sad in some areas.
Ugh. People just keep bringing things back. What's the deal? I mean, I get that it's a library, but half of these books were due last week or the one before. why not bring them back on time and spare me the trouble of trying to find somewhere to put them until someone can find the time in their busy schedules to shelve.
I would do it, but I'm already working three different shifts today and I need to go home for at least a little while to get my stuff together to go to Menominee tomorrow after work.

I'm tired. Still. But I worked 'til midnight last night and then when I got home my roommates (who hate one another unless one of them is mad at me and then they're best friends) were in my room talking. I share my room with one of them, so it's not like they were hanging out and going through my stuff. Just talking. Of course, then the one I share the room with just sat and looked at me until I went to bed. All the while impatiently flipping through channels because "there's nothing on" well no shit. It's 12:30 at night and you stay less than two seconds on each channel, so how could you possibly know that there's nothing on?
Rrr.
I don't want to be mad at her. I don't even really want to be a bitch, though that seems to be my trade at the moment. Occupation: Being a bitch. Area: Sarcastic criticism.
I just want to be done. But then I know that I'll be broke AND have nothing to do.
Wait. That's where I am now. Yeah. I want to be done.