Had to do a bunch of work today and was thrilled to finally chill and then I remembered this doozy in my inbox. Even Dracula Daily warns me to “buckle in.” I think if I get tired halfway through I might do the rest tomorrow. Starting this at 8:50pm, let’s go.
I don’t mean to complain about this. I love this blog, I love writing it, I love reading Dracula, but I’m gonna love it even more when it’s over and I can laugh at my own stupid jokes instead of having to do the work and write the jokes.
OKAY let’s get caught up today. No whammies. Mommy wants to stop stressing about this and play video games.
By the way! My mother was trying to bully me into going on a cruise with her. I’ve done a few brief cruises on the Baltic, but I find the limited time available really stressful. Go for an afternoon and run back before you can do anything. Anyway, I convinced her instead to take a trip with me to Ireland. She’s nerdy about family trees and such so I proposed we go there and look around, perhaps connect to our lineage. So maybe about this time next year (2024) I’ll be writing about our trip. I plan to slurp up any and all Bram Stoker content to report back to you even if it means resurrecting this blog series. We don’t have much of a plan yet for where to go but I suspect we’ll be in Dublin for a few days and probably wander west to Tipperary, where our family apparently comes from. If you’ve got some suggestions of secret vampire stuff, hook me up!
Okay so now I’m two days behind and if I don’t move my ass I’m going to be screwed by the endless deluge of forthcoming Dracula Dailies.
Yesterday I was derailed from anything I intended to do by my foster cat having sad diarrhea. Thanks to the support of the rescue, I was given a ton of stuff to manage it, so from yesterday on I have to give Scruffy pills that he absolutely hates twice a day. Luckily he’s a real mom guy and can’t bear to stay away from cuddles for long. Not sure who wouldn’t wanna adopt this cat, even when he rips me to shreds when I try to shove pills down his throat.
Anyway, as a part of getting all this stuff for him, I drove my mom’s massive SUV through rush hour traffic to the vet in the suburbs, and then back to the rescue lady’s place in a more different suburb, along a few stints of scary highway. When I got there I got to pick up some friendly cats and a spicy kitten, so my stress was almost immediately healed, but the whole adventure took about three hours.
Did I tell you I’m learning to drive? This was my first time on a lot of these roads. The good news is, nobody died. The bad news is, I fell behind on Dracula Daily and I now have to give Scruffy pills he hates twice a day.
ALSO, I was going to visit Prince Edward Island for the first time this weekend, but instead I’ll be home feeding Scruffy pills he hates twice a day. Here’s hoping he bounces back quickly, which I suspect he will. He’s a senior cat but he’s full of piss and vinegar, and he probably had sad poops because he likes to chase and eat house flies, and last year he got worms so he probably got worms. Again.
Better safe than sorry!
I’m really bummed that I had to put off this entry because I’m losing my shit now that apparently Jonathan has returned! Our prodigal son!
This is the entry for September 25! I’m posting it solo a day late because I don’t wanna fall behind but I can’t handle writing that much today, I am just too sleepy. I’ll explain tomorrow.
Jesus christ this email has like, twelve different things in it. I will be endlessly grateful that some of them are from The Westminster Gazette which has more respect for page space than our other paper reports so far.
September 23
Mina writes in her diary that Jonathan had a difficult evening but went off to work at his new job as leading solicitor without issue. Oh she’s so proud blah blah.
This one’s really spicy!
The air here has cooled after the storm so summer is officially winding down. I’m a bit depressed about it but I have seasonal depression so I always am. Time to start chugging vitamin D. I wonder if I can do some commemorations for durafujo for Halloween.
September 21
Today’s entry is technically dated on September 20, as part of Seward’s diary for that day. But there’s also a chapter break between yesterday and today, and the events definitely cover the next day, AND it makes for an awfully long day. Thus I’m delivering it to us today.
I really don’t agree with Dracula Daily’s editorial choices but I guess I just have to handle it.
September 19
Lucy’s nervous to sleep again, but Quincey is doing patrols around the house like a guard dog. I love him.
This is the entry for September 18th! I’m posting it on September 19th because I tried to update some website stuff yesterday and it was a catastrophe. After about 24h offline, durafujo is back in time to fill you with a hot blood load.
But the entry from today will have to come later. It’s been a long day and I’m so very sleepy.
I put off the September 13 entry so I could a. organize a sendoff party for my pal Waverly who is moving to San Francisco because they’re in LOVE and b. prepping for Hurricane Lee, who was due to arrive the evening of September 15. Waverly crashed at my place for the storm and power went out at some point in the wee hours of September 16th, came on long enough for me to make coffee, and has been off ever since. I write this with cold coffee leftovers by the overcast daylight through my window, using up my phone data and hoping my battery lasts. The power has been out for a little over 24 hours now, because Nova Scotia power is a scam.
The storm hasn’t been too bad, all considered, mostly because it was a near miss from us. Lee traveled up the west side of the province and made landfall with earnest near New Brunswick rather than in Nova Scotia, but the storm was large and the wind didn’t let up for quite a while, so there are leaves all over the place. I’ll try to add some photos to this entry.
Please enjoy this special edition power outage entry.