Journal Entry

Dear Diary,
 
It is now day 9,645,392 of this incessant, peasant-ish cultic chanting in my room, and I
 
Note to self: Do not write out loud with the lizard in the room.
 
This chanting nonsense has to stop. Some days, I feel like she is doing it on purpose to aggravate me. Other than that, though, she is a decent roommate. She respects my wishes, for the most part, to not be bothered when I am up on the ceiling, staring, into a corner. I hate to admit it, but maybe this vampire stuff is starting to grow on me.
 
I have been unable to find a way to make contact with my family since the mist brought me here. I do not know the current political climate of home. I do not know if anyone else from home has been sent here. This Strahd dude seems to have the bright idea of what is going on, but I am afraid to ask more. I would ask these housemates for ideas, but I must not show any further weakness than what I already have. Feyre and Des in particular seem to think I am a pitiful, thirsty being.
 
I am no closer to discovering the link between Vandir and this place, other than that apparently someone has been controlling the mist outside of Count Strahd's pleasure. I wonder if Vandir sent me here to get rid of me, in case I crash the party on his new chick or something. Maybe because trying to kill me didn't work? Or I could be completely wrong about all of his moments. The not knowing drives me insane.
 
I miss Mother and Father, though I cannot admit that to anyone. I wish I had stayed more in touch with them in my latter months back home. Perhaps one day I will see them again, and we can begin some real family healing. They were terrible parents, but they did at least try to work with my condition. They did make powerful allies though, no denying that, at least once they stopped totally hating each other. I hope they have truly reconciled to each other, especially with that pathetic Childea dead. It is hard to repent of her death. I'm sorry to whatever good higher power there may be, but it is difficult.
 
I better wrap this up. Life is short, and so is daylight. Better spend it well.