12. Dear diary, Part III
The journals of a teenage vampire, continued.

Dear diary,

Day 3 with a soul, and it's still yawn-o-rama. I know I'm supposed to feel sorry for killing Warren, but nobody really seems to miss him. Except Andrew, but he's still refusing to come out of Warren's closet. So the only difference is that I'm drinking pig's blood – yuck. There must be some way around that. (I'm pretty sure pig isn't koscher; gotta ask Willow about converting.) At least they don't keep me chained up anymore.

Anyway, gotta go. B said something about me getting a visitor today. I hope it's Spike. I'm getting kinda antsy.

- Dawn