I've become quite the night owl. I expect that everyone else in The Hyperion is sleeping, and yet here I am, awake in front of this computer screen with nothing of real substance to report. At least I have a nice cup of tea to keep me company. Even as drowsiness comes over me, I resist it for no reason other than stubbornness. Every night I have been reading - Fred, you weren't lying when you said the library in here was well-stocked and managed. I read till dawn, feeling a strange connection to a certain vampire I was once employed for, and then sleep for just a few hours until I try to make myself useful.
I noticed nothing was going on with the small garden area we have, so I've taken it upon myself to plant some herbs, as well as some mint (excellent for tea). Please feel free to utilize any of these should you find yourself cooking. I'm afraid I'm not much of a flower-sort, so I haven't done anything in the way of those.