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I wonder if someone could have slipped me some vampire blood without me noticing. The thing is, I've been feeling terrible all day; exhausted, barely able to think, stomach ache, head ache, all not good things. But now, after dark, I'm fine. In fact, if I didn't have to get up tomorrow I'd be staying up for a couple more hours writing.

I would discount this as just having had some rubbish virus that's now gone, but it is the fourth, or maybe fifth day that it's happened. Ill in the day, fine at night. I can't think of any other explanation. Clearly my drink has been spiked with vampire blood and I'm to have to go hunting. No one tell the Frog brothers yet though, because I'm not craving blood yet, so I think I might be able to hunt down the head vampire before I turn.



All joking aside though, it's really strange and annoying. Today I was so close to telling my boss I needed to go home, then tonight I've never felt better. Weird. Maybe it's the universe giving me Lost Boys reminders, trying to make me write. Another reminder was when I ended up watching the end of the Lost Boys on Comedy Central tonight. I should listen. I have two WIPs to finish, and I'm determined to get it done.