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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Saturday, May 11, 2013
I will not crash, I will not crash
Things have slowed down around here. My shoulders and the rest of me are aching from all the work I've been doing, but the last hour or so I've been on the loveseat trying to take a nap and not getting any real rest because my CPAP's in the other room, but not feeling peppy, either. But I did manage to get up, and now I'm eating a little something. I'm going to take some Tylenol and take stuff out to the dumpster and recycling containers, but first I'm going to open the windows and get some fresh air in here. Maybe the birds will keep me awake. It's also kind of cool outside, in the low 60s at the most, but sort of stuffy in here.
Labels:
Crashing,
De-Hoarding
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