I cannot seem to learn how to master writing with my opposite hand and it irks me to see my script scrawled across the page like some half-witted child.

This blasted arm will not stop hurting. It throbs unmercilessly and if I did not know better, I would say that that God damned Jekyll has given me placebos rather than what he promised. I'm ( Read more... )

I have not seen her since the night the letter came and it is beginning to sorely test on my nerves, my patience, and my indulgence that I have shown her so far. I have made attempts, again and again, to have her regard me as a friend and yet she cannot share with me what has her upset? I'm almost, no I am angry with her, though I will not-- ( Read more... )

In a notebook of Jack's where he also keeps his personal journal, stashed in his medical bag:

Count Vlad Dracula (X)  don't much care for the ruddy bastard...and I think he's hurting Catherine.

Detective Sherlock Holmes (X) just because the git is getting on my last sodding nerve.

Heathcliff (?) (X) brotherly, sisterly affection my father's ass.

Doctor ( Read more... )

I am beginning to smell a rat about this house. After so long of living on the streets with murderers, thieves, cutthroats and all manner of riffraff, I can tell when someone is lying...or when they simply have something to hide.

Count Dracula has something to hide. Is every other fool in this mansion blind or can they not see that he is always ( Read more... )

It's been some days now since I've been downstairs and having the maid deliver trays to my room three times a day has begun to grow tiresome on me, but I do think this self-imposed exile has been necessary ( Read more... )

She's married.Dear, lovely, Mrs. Linton...the woman I had hoped would make me the finest of paramours is married. What a terrible, dreadful shame. For her. Now do I plan to dispose of her faithless person or continue to pursue her and find just how far she dares sink into immorality? At this point, I'm just not so certain...Either way I could ( Read more... )

I have the uncanny knack of being able to work a situation exactly to the way I want it and last night was certainly a brilliant example of that ( Read more... )

I have been conspiciously absent this past evening...I do so hope the lovely Miss Murray forgives me for the ignoring of her delightful person.

However...

I pride myself on fearing nothing. Takes a lot to make a man like me break a sweat and when it does happen...well, I don't take too kindly to it ( Read more... )

Another black mood has descended upon my unwilling person and I daresay I shall not come out of my room this afternoon ( Read more... )