You guys, I am so good at working too much that the burnout is starting to rub off on Fujoshi Dracula. I’m starting to be able to cut back on work that doesn’t pay so well, thank dog, but I need a vacation. I’m starting to plan some trips for next year so I can hold a gun to future-me’s head and force them to take some time off.
For now, there’s five Dracula Days to catch up on.
August 31st. We’re on our way out of summer season and into spooky season and I’m not ready. The summer here has been wet and soggy and pretty depressing overall. I actually pulled out a pillow I have for my laptop to find it just riddled with mildew. The only thing that caused it was an open window. I did some cool stuff but I wish there had been more opportunities for sunny day adventures. I hope your summers were more fun than mine!
Today we have a letter from Arthur to his former lover, Dr. Lobotomy. He asks the bad doctor to take a look at Lucy, as he’s worrying about her and he can’t talk to Lucy’s mother about it at risk of killing her. But although Lucy doesn’t know about her mother’s poor health, Arthur is sure she has something on her mind.
Apparently Lucy took some convincing to allow Dr. Lobotomy to check her out, since she dumped him and everything. Arthur goes so far as to tell him when he needs to show up and how the visit will go to keep everyone chill. He also appeals to Dr. Lobotomy’s heart, to try to look out for Lucy.
As we all know, women are prone to just nuclear melting down in the face of distress. Just look at Lucy’s mom! More fragile than a Whitby Lucky Duck.
It’s a short post today but I wanted to make sure all my months are compartmentalized as well as they can be on my blog page. Can’t wait to see a smaller cowboy reunion!
I sheltered my good friend Waverly from some inclement weather last night and they told me that during a goth phase that they had gone to Whitby in the UK, (for Dracula reasons, natch) and about how one of the favourite local souvenirs is the Whitby Glass Lucky Duck. LOOK AT THESE.
I simply must go there one day and get one. Please let this silly blog do what Bram Stoker never did and go to the places I write about.
I’m excited because tonight I’m going blackberry picking! I love foraging for stuff. This summer has been a disappointment because of the rain but I’m pumped as blackberry and apple season is nigh. I’ve started a batch of raspberry wine, which I’ve never made before, but it tastes really fucking good. Much better than dandelion wine which, in its early days, tastes like lawn.
I went to see Barbie with my niece on Tuesday and we blew a ton of money at the arcade. My nephew didn’t come because he didn’t want to see Barbie but I guess we left him with a nasty case of fomo so now I’m doing the same thing with him next week. I don’t think he wants to see Oppenheimer so the new TMNT will have to do.
I said I’d tell you about the pigeons but I’d have to dig photos out of my phone. I’ll do it next time.
Hello again. I have survived August deadline hell and let me tell you I am so tired. I was hoping to recover over the weekend but people who love me keep making plans because they want to spend time with me, and I can’t say no because I love them too. Feeling a little burnt out and I hope I can shake it soon.
This morning in my backyard, chickadees are everywhere and don’t seem to care if I’m here or not. I love chickadees. Yesterday too I encountered a particularly mouthy bluejay and set out a few peanuts for it. I watched it from my door as it tried to calculate where to cache one so it could come back for the rest. I’ve also seen some song sparrows back here with me but I haven’t coaxed the crows in yet. Next time I’ll tell you about the pigeon family.
I’ve got another treat at the end of this post for hardcore Dracula fans.
Tomorrow, August 18th is deadline hell day! Soon, I will be free. Freedom is right next door. Freedom is just peeking in.
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Did you know we’re not even halfway through this book yet? Entry 30 let’s go.
I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is, I got a contract to copy edit a gay porno. The bad news is it’s a rush job so the next week and a half are going to be exhausting, but I’m going to do my best to keep up with Dracula. Dropping one raunchy gay porno to read another! This is the good life.
And yes, if your dream in life is to proofread gay pornos, you can do it too! But you shouldn’t because I want those jobs, thank you.
August 9th is another cutting from The Daily Graph (The Dailygraph?) so I’m going to summarize this guy again because his editors are letting him get away with murder.
I’m really excited to finally get to chapters where Mina pastes things into her journal because I love making my journal into a scrapbook. Of course my “journal” is actually more like a daily planner, but having a small space where I can log events in bullet-point form if needed makes the whole process of keeping a journal much less daunting. That said, I love whenever I can have paper tickets to movies and shows to tape in. The more my planner can look like a scrapbook, the better.
This entry also reminds me that, for all the time I spent giving Stoker shit about never having weather, we have succeeded in having weather on the Demeter, and now here off the coast of Whitby. I guess a novel about a boat and a seaside town would be boring without weather since that’s all sailors and seaside people care or talk about, as you can see from this whole blog so far.
So yes, the following section is a cutting from The Daily Graph, which Mina has pasted into her journal.
HOLD THE PHONE, my copy of Dracula says that the paper is The Dailygraph. WHICH IS IT, DRACULA DAILY?