Somebody's Watching Me.
- Rockwell
Ok, first it was the weird spider thing, and now it always feels like I have eyes, boring into my back. But when I turn around...nothing. Just patrons, going about their day, doing their thing. It's gotten to where I try to avoid going in the stacks by myself...especially the Sacramento Room. There's never anyone in there, and it seemed a little spooky before...
I need a drink, or a hug. Maybe I'll take Freedo to the dog park after work. We would both enjoy the sun.
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