Scribbling down a cute little story about (yup!) another vampire wanderer and his companions.

So far, the guy in the story (who alternately goes by Morpheus, Sandman, Sandy, and Keith) has crashed at a hippie church, which I'm really enjoying writing about. Instead of pews, there's beanbag chairs; there are pictures of hippie-Jesus and hippie-Mary on the walls; there are psychedelic paintings on the ceiling; and there's two hippie nuns running it (Maybell and Liv). There's another girl who hangs around there. She had a decent homelife but just decided to hang out at Our Lady of Peace because she liked Maybell and Liv more than her own real parents.

Sandy's a bit weirded out by the church--"Hippie Catholics? What the hell?"--and eventually ends up with Sophie (the younger girl) following him around. She doesn't talk, but it's by choice. She communicates quite well anyway.

Shit, I might just get rid of the whole "another hitchhiking vampire" angle and write about Our Lady of Peace Church and the adventures they have. Maybell and Liv are fun, and so is Sophie. Sandy's fun, but I'd like to try my hand at leaving someone in one place for awhile nyan!

On a totally random note: Pete Townshend is--what, 60? 61?--and he still moves around about a hundred times better than I--at 18--can. I think the only people as fit as Pete are Roger and my own Grandma Allie (she's 73, but I'm confident that she's going to live to be 200 years old, she's just THAT healthy--she's sick even less than I am, she takes daily three-mile walks, maintains a mostly-vegetarian diet, all that kind of stuff).