Argh

So, I get done with my concert, and I call the roommate. It goes straight to voicemail. Dammit. I can't find a ride at school, so I keep trying to call her. Around midnight, I decide that I have two choices -- sleep at school in concert clothes and deal with my long Wednesdays, or start walking. An hour and a half later, I manage to get in the door, feed the dog, let both of them out, and feed myself.

I'm livid. So angry I can't express it clearly. I can't begin to express my feelings on this matter. What would y'all do next?