Oct 30, 2007 20:50
The howling up and down the street is becoming increasingly aggravating - not to mention the stench. Wet dog and rotting flesh. It's terribly repulsive.
The blood-lust is inconvenient, considering that I work with corpses on a nightly basis (which just so happens to be when it is most strong). Fortunately, I was able to convince them to give me a week or so off. Granted, it didn't take much convincing, seeing as I nearly ripped open Stephen's throat on Monday evening when I was particularly riled up. It thoroughly terrified him, so I suppose he's thankful that he won't have to share his shift with me for the next few nights.
I'm somewhat regretting not drinking anything lately. The thirst is horrendous, though I do believe it has to do with the change in the moon as well. (Perhaps it isn't only werewolves who are affected.)
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