I'm so far past cranky, I can't even see it anymore. I'm sleep deprived, I'm beyond stressed out, I dislike this new job, and I dislike a vast majority of my fellow employees, my attention span is so short that I can't read, everything on TV is shit, and I have to work tomorrow...just like every other Saturday for the next three months. Oh, and I'll be missing the big festival carnival thing happening in my hometown that I wanted to go to. Fuuuuck youuuuu librarryyyyy liarrrrssss!!!! I threw my discman across the room a few minutes ago because the batteries I risked life and limb for last night were already dying, so now I'm listening to Zombie (Cranberries) over and over and over on the laptop. All I really want to do is sleep, but every time I lay down....no matter how fucking exhausted I am...I'm as wired as a lightning bolt to the labia. I need a massage, six Zoloft, and a brisk run. I already had cheesecake....and it didn't help.