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, February 27, 2017
Not much to say about my Sunday
I listened to a lot of music. I checked on YKWIA and helped him with something, but he's got a bad case of the crud, and he had to go on to bed for awhile, so I came back and listened to a lot more music. I'll probably need to take him to the doctor tomorrow. I picked A up from work at midnight. A man approached me, probably wanting money, and I just shook my head and motioned him on without putting down my window. I won't say I live in total fear of being attacked as a woman, but when you see a woman sitting in a car alone, it's probably not best to approach her, because a prudent woman is not going to engage you in any way. Just saying. Anyway, A showed up right after that and I took him home. Then I came on home and got online to check for an e-mail for him regarding a job interview he had on Friday. Now I'm going to go to bed. Terribly uneventful, I'm afraid, but sometimes that's good. And I got plenty of rest, although I should have been a little more proactive in getting some things done, really. But, hey, it's the weekend, it's for recharging, right?
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