PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

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.

Okay...

Don't suppose anyone wants to fill a guy in on what's going on do they? It can't be Herrick, he's dead even if he did have this kind of power.

I'm Mitchell and I really wasn't planning on being in LA any time this century.

Mitchell just showed up. I'm going to get him now, but I'm going to bring him back. I'm really hoping none of you will have a problem with that, what with him being a vampire, I totally vouch for him! If anyone does have a problem well just tell me, yeah? And I'll sort it out, I will say I don't want to stay without him though.

If one more person calls me Terrance.. For the record? My name is Terry. Not Sport, or Tiger, or Terrance. Just Terry.

I haven't been able to sleep the past couple nights, almost 48 hours now. I finished most of the homework I missed. 3 weeks worth. Except the math..I don't think I can take anymore text books. It's almost 3am and I'm still wide awake.