Dear Diary
Today was fairly uneventful... paid a little visit to Frank the Meat Man at the local deli to pick up some blood... I've been trying to cut back on the whole eating people thing (yesterday was a blessed exception). I still had Australian stuck in my teeth when I went out this morning. Ah, well. Everyday is a new challenge. Some old (like, really old) pals are coming in town tomorrow, so I really ought to tidy up the crypt.
Hmm... I think I have some left over Australian in the fridge...
Dear Diary
Today turned out perfectly. I spent the majority of it hypnotized by the tantalizing smell of young, fresh blood, finalized by the perfect bite. This was due to the fact that, for once, there was no sun. It was great to stretch my legs and hunt after being cooped up inside with the curtains drawn, so to speak. I'm thinking of upgrading my crypt...it's a little too cramped, especially because I'm considering starting a business with an old friend. But things have changed since I was last on the real estate hunt. Do you have to pay, or can you just take up residency with some old rich guy's bones?
Must do research...
Dear Diary
I had a rough day today. I had nothing to do but sit at home and avoid crosses and holy water and watch Buffy reruns in the dark. Sometimes I wonder what life is like for the living... but then I remember that if I were still living I'd be a moldy old corpse, which is like so totally gross. But I guess I wouldn't be living... I'd be dead... Ew.
Moral of the story, life ain't that bad.
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