The exhaustion is overwhelming, swirling my thoughts into incoherent images, and paralyzing the body to a dizzy shakiness I cannot seem to overcome.

Perhaps, another fag is needed, though I've just stubbed the previous one.

Speed reading, comprehending miniscule, size 9 text at the rate of 300+ pages an hour is apparently beyond my capability with the elements against me.

The sunlight has weakened my weathered being considerably, as do the constant aching, the insatiable craving, the awakened bloodlust.

And though I remain static in expression, the insides are in turmoil. I do not like this new found conscience, no. It softens me most alarmingly, disturbingly.

One and only solution to satisfy would be to draw first blood. My own.

Stay away for today, it is unsafe, unwise to come close, once the primal instincts break free against my will, out of control..