Yesterday was.... hrm... I don't think I shall need to eat for a while. And I appear to have totally regained morphological coherence. So, yesterday was certainly useful.
A taste of what it's like to be Alucard. Self control, it seems, is a deeply integral part of humanity. I must remember that in the future. In four hundred years, will that be me? A slavering beast, bent only on the kill, confined from complete destruction only by loyalty to my mistress?
I shall probably bloody well end up staking myself. And would I die, I wonder? Unlikely.