Staring out the window
At the cotton covered sky
I'm reminded of a story
Of two friends
Who should have been lovers
But were afraid
Too bad
It wasn't a very good book.

Diarmuid O'Duibhne
January 14, 2002

August 10, 2008 (The Independent / Ian James) -- At least 38 Venezuelans have died as a result of a suspected outbreak of rabies spread by bites from vampire bats. Laboratory tests have yet to confirm the cause, but the symptoms point to rabies, say researchers from the University of California at Berkeley and other medical experts.

I can't write much at the moment, I'm still pretty messed up.

Shortly after my last entry, I was asked to head to Vancouver to look into a missing deliverer, Jack. Jack was a good friend of mine. I say was because all I was able to find of him was his head. Someone -- a vampire -- has left a message, a very clear one at that.

I wonder,
Where are you?
Does the cold get to the very center of you%85
Does the pain and misery threaten to break you in two
In the night, does the wind whisper my name
Can you feel my touch as I reach for you in my dreams
Does your heart break anew with each rise of the sun
Am I in your thoughts each night and day
Has your very existence been proven futile

I wonder,
What happened to us?
Where went the heartfelt, carefree days of youth
Where went the never-ending love