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So, it looks like you all don't need to be on the watch for me sleepwalking anymore. Apparently it wasn't, you know, midterm stress that was making me all weird and stuff.
God, this is hard to write. I'm a little shook up. Shaken up. Thing. And it's been a day and a half. I should be over this or something.
The day before Halloween at this party Jamie and I went to I was attacked by a mutant who was convinced he was Dracula. The real one. He bit me and did some sort of energy draining thing that I still don't really understand, and then he made me forget all about him and I couldn't even think about why I was acting so strangely, and he followed me down here and has been hanging around trying to, I don't know, kidnap me or something because the Professor told me apparently when the police took him and did the fingerprinting thingy his prints came up as matches related to, um, several murders in NYC and Boston and yeah.
Um, right. The police. I should maybe explain this in order. I went sleepwalking again, and this time Jamie followed me and saw this guy and, well, Jamie's always been my own personal hero, but now most decidedly because he got me away from him and Kurt and Mr. Dayspring did the holding onto him until the police came thing and all of that.
I'm ok. Really. Did the food thing and the sleep thing and I feel fine, physically and all. And you don't have to worry about me wandering around on my own, asleep or otherwise. Right now I'm not particularly fond of the idea of even leaving Jamie's suite without somebody else with me.
But hey, at least when I called the dean's office to let them know I wouldn't be in to classes today they said they'd arrange extensions for my last couple midterms.
God, this is hard to write. I'm a little shook up. Shaken up. Thing. And it's been a day and a half. I should be over this or something.
The day before Halloween at this party Jamie and I went to I was attacked by a mutant who was convinced he was Dracula. The real one. He bit me and did some sort of energy draining thing that I still don't really understand, and then he made me forget all about him and I couldn't even think about why I was acting so strangely, and he followed me down here and has been hanging around trying to, I don't know, kidnap me or something because the Professor told me apparently when the police took him and did the fingerprinting thingy his prints came up as matches related to, um, several murders in NYC and Boston and yeah.
Um, right. The police. I should maybe explain this in order. I went sleepwalking again, and this time Jamie followed me and saw this guy and, well, Jamie's always been my own personal hero, but now most decidedly because he got me away from him and Kurt and Mr. Dayspring did the holding onto him until the police came thing and all of that.
I'm ok. Really. Did the food thing and the sleep thing and I feel fine, physically and all. And you don't have to worry about me wandering around on my own, asleep or otherwise. Right now I'm not particularly fond of the idea of even leaving Jamie's suite without somebody else with me.
But hey, at least when I called the dean's office to let them know I wouldn't be in to classes today they said they'd arrange extensions for my last couple midterms.
