Well, sharpen my fangs and call me Lestat

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I’m either a vampire or I’m mental. It’s 1 a.m. and I have no desire to go to bed. I’m a little tired but no more so than I would be during the late-afternoon slump that most people go through. Since I’m fairly certain I have a soul and my house is not littered with the carcasses of animals drained of their life blood, I’m leaning toward the mental thing. I’m almost sure I’d know if I was undead. Though I have to say I can’t remember the last time I looked at myself in a mirror. And garlic makes my IBS act up. Do vampires have spastic colons?

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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  1. Jet lag aftermath. I saw the web page for that concert; looks incredibly awesome. Beatlefest stopped coming to Los Angeles and I haven’t been the same since.