Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Monday, July 19, 2004
'Twas the night before the workweek and all through the house...
it has gotten very, very quiet. Spock is asleep under a chair behind me. Darius is in my laundry basket. Cerys is tucked into a blanket near her food dish that is serving as a sleeping annex in case the cats might want to steal her food. It's before 1 am and I'm poised for going to bed at what is actually a reasonable hour. Life is good. Now, just one game of Freecell before retiring...really, just one. ;) Well, I do feel a bit peckish, and my sugar seems low, so perhaps I should eat something beyond the carrots I had, what, 3 hours ago?
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