February 12, 2004
#7 :: Raccoon skull
Retrenching today, pulling in all tentacles, checking for bruises, briefing the crew, counting cans in the fallout shelter, inventorying ammunition. This skull was a self-chosen birthday gift from Kristina a few years ago. It's a thing of exceptional beauty and efficiency, though it is not heavy physically, weighing just a few ounces. She said tonight, "I'm really impressed you're making a concerted run at LAvoice. God bless her. Note to self: Next time you choose a project, make sure it has a clear end goal and human timetable. Very, very tired at this hour. So much work. So little time. Must resume stripping away skin, hair and flesh to examine the set of fangs I really possess. A steady diet of grass has made me forget that I can hunt down, kill and devour prey. But what does prey look like - I haven't seen any for a few years.