The stupid, lazy-ass city* never came to clear the sidewalk in front of the library this morning, so I had to shovel a path. It's now 2 p.m., and they still haven't shown up.

In preparation for children's story time on Wednesday morning, I have spent the last hour painstakingly tracing dinosaur shapes onto colored foam, then cutting them out. I'm covered in permanent black ink.

I had to listen to a particular patron whom I can't stand tell the same stupid story for the fifth time. He found some quarter that has heads on both sides. Good God, get over it! It's a trick coin from a freaking joke shop! But please, proceed to tell us all once again how you took it to the bank, then the antique shop, and to a coin collector to see if it's "for real."

It's time to go home, just a quick walk across the street. But the friggin' city plow just came through and left a mountain of snow in the middle of the road, extending 2 city blocks. So I have to climb over/through it.

*I don't need your lectures about how they were probably up all night clearing roads and taking care of major highways as a top priority. This is my blog, and I'll bitch if I want to.