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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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Argh!
I finally got my W-2s from the gas station only to find that I have no idea where the ones from the hospital are. They are not in the tax place (yes, there is one), nor are they in any of the cubbyholes I usually put important things into. Perhaps they have gone the way of the Obama sticker. I shall have to look more thoroughly when I have time. But argh!
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