Sunday, January 1, 2012

The End of the World

How do you know that a. you read to much apocalyptic fiction and b. that you're a librarian to the bones?

You dream that humanity has been reduced to a handful of survivors by huge worms. The survivors have taken refuge in a library. The problem is that every damn book that could be useful is checked out.

Seriously, every book I wanted to consult in that dream wasn't there. I think if the dream had gone on longer, I would have resorted to reading dreadful historic fiction (Pope Joan) and bodice busters to the worms to make their heads explode.

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