Insomniac Librarians Why sleep when there's field literature?

I know I'm far from mellow, and I know that I do more than my share of ranting, so I'm well aware that this is a grand example of pot and kettle. (Scarily, I am more mellow than I was before.) I also realise its fallacious. I don't care, I've had it.

On the other hand, I *am* the black sheep of this fine profession, so I must protect my turf. So in the fine tradition of Al Franken, here we go.

Don Saklad and Robert Kent, throw down. I demand satisfaction. I call shenanigans.

I can't sleep again. Shocker!

Tonight's lack of sleep brought to you by a combination of, are you sitting down?, Classics + Caffeine + far too much one on one conversation about field leaders. That's right, someone had to go and humour me. Two someones, so it's double the trouble. + Free refills. Never a good thing.

There are times when I closely resemble Marvin the Paranoid Android, and this is one of them.

I am *so* depressed.