I woke up at 8a.m from the worst sleep. I dropped the book I was reading on my back on my face (Damn it, de Kooning collected works!) and then in the middle of the night, I must have got my foot tangled around my lamp wire, as the lamp, Marlowe's Complete Plays and Assassin's Apprentice fell onto me. Marlowe hit my right in the neck, I can't even begin to tell you how much it hurt!
It's now pretty hard to think of vampires as being all romantic when I think about how much it hurt, the corner of a book slamming into my neck, let alone the crushing power of a set of supernatural jaws.
It's now pretty hard to think of vampires as being all romantic when I think about how much it hurt, the corner of a book slamming into my neck, let alone the crushing power of a set of supernatural jaws.

