I must be running on empty by now
I'm telling it to you straight. Between unexpected encounters with sharper than sharp knives and repeated clawings from Angel, I'm beginning to think I can't have much blood left. With my best red spurting out faster than my body can replace it, surely the tank must be getting a little low now. It would explain the tiredness, because surely it can't be the cold mornings keeping me in bed later, I like the cold. It's a great reason to have hot coffee and apple pies. This morning I was getting ready to go out when I noticed something on the bathroom floor. Something that didn't ought to be there. I'd already swept up, where did this bunch of fluff and hair come from? I bent down to pick it up and out of nowhere, literally, came a streak of black and grey fur fronted by outstretched claws and *slash*, the heel of my hand is opened and gushing blood. Did I shriek? You bet I did. More from surprise, but there was a little pain. One not too deep gash an...