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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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I don't know what the woman upstairs is doing
but it sounds like she's walking back and forth from the living to dining room over and over, and every five seconds she drops to the floor and rolls. So there's lots of squeaking and stomping. I blame the general thinness of walls and floors of apartment living. But it pulled me out of a very nice reverie.
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