Watson in the 21st goddamn century.
Night Librarian.
Ravenclaw.
I-40, North Carolina.

I blog about libraries, country music, propane, and propane accessories.

 

I think the dog ate the zipper off my jacket

I left my keys in the front door when I walked him.

Found an unpaid utility bill in my spam folder.

Did I leave the fridge open?

Why is this old lady always looking around my building with a manila envelope?