Journal Entry 147 / 0545 I sat down to lunch with a huge bowl of rotini salad, ice tea and a copy of Bram Stoker's _Dracula_.Journal Entry 147 / 0545 I sat down to lunch with a huge bowl of rotini salad, ice tea and a copy of Bram Stoker's _Dracula_. I figured it was finally time for me to finish this monster since I'd been putting it off for several centuries; understanding had eluded me when I'd first tried to read it, way back when I was eleven years old. One thing that kept striking me about reading _Dracula_, though, was the way the hundreds, if not thousands, of vampire tales kept depicting immortality. Especially since, if the historical precedent for Dracula was Vlad Teppis the Impaler, then I was older now then old Vlad would have been at the writing of the book. They always seemed to depict immortality as boring and dull, but I had yet to find it that way. I was enjoying my perpetual youthfulness. It was a beautiful day outside as I sat on the porch and read. |