It all became very clear to me this morning
as I watched an episode of True Blood with my Pahaska coffee cup in my hand while in my blue plaid pajamas alone in the living room before the girls get up on a Sunday morning and take over all my space and time.
Sookie is so right. She is my new guru. Fledgling vampires are just like teenage girls: "They have no humanity, they are in the grip of overwhelming transformation, and they can't control their impulses."
It's all connecting with me now. My love of vampires and my fear of teenage girls. No wonder I'm tired. I'm playing vampiresitter without all the old vampire energy and strength. They are sucking the life out of me.
I'm running away now, for real this time.