
A peek inside my private journal. Why does Sebastian make me write a journal *irritated*

A peek inside my private journal. Why does Sebastian make me write a journal *irritated*
Pardon my absence, but my aunt, Madam Red, had me admitted to her hospital for a while after receiving a call from Sebastian. My asthma had started to act up again. I have finally been released, however, and I shall begin my hosting duties once again.
Hope to talk to you ladies soon.
Today has been one of England's famous rainy days. The sky is a dismal grey, the rain is light and ongoing, and deafening thunder can be heard in the distance. All in all it is very bleak. Not to mention my staff and I are very bored.
My god, I have even resorted to playing chess with Finnian, needless to say it was a very short game. Meirin tried to entertain us with a small puppet show, however, her clumsiness destroyed the stage. Bardroy suggested a cooking contest, and now I have to buy new kitchen supplies...again. Tanaka is...well I'm not sure what he's doing.
I am now spending my time in my studies with Sebastian. He is going on about the French language as I write this and Pluto is attached to the widow...I really need to order Sebastian to make that dog(?) wear clothes.
Today is my birthday, and no it doesn't hold any special meaning to me. My staff and Lizzy did try to throw me a party, but it seems to me that the party was more for them.
Bardroy, Finnian, and Mey-rin become drunk. I am not entirely sure about Tanaka, and Lizzy passed out. Pluto is...well -Looks at window- Never mind. The only one who managed to stay lucid was Sebastian. No surprise there.
I feel sorry for my mansion, it's has been utterly taken over by pink frills and, what Lizzy calls, "Cute things." I will just have Sebastian take everyone to bed and clean up.
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