Why are you so dusty? ((Checks previous journal entry date)) December 29th?! Really?
Well, what can I say? I’m not going to recap that many months! Just assume a lot of interesting stuff happened, Journal.
Don’t give me that look! Fine, nothing interesting happened. Nothing at all! Not one interesting thing until…
Well, I did have an absinthe with Mr. Spires last night.
Or maybe I should say, Mr. Spires had AN absinthe and I had the better part of the bottle.
Is it my fault I have such a high tolerance?
Honestly, my head is swimming today. I may just go back to bed! I suppose the amount of traveling I’ve been doing has caused me to drink considerably less, well, that and my complete lack of access to alcohol whenever I so desire it (Ah! I do miss the Gangplank some days!). Mayhap my tolerance isn’t what it was?
But this wasn’t what I sat down to write about, Journal. Honestly, will you please stop distracting me?
I sat down to say that I had a conversation with Mr. Spires.
Don’t give me that blank look! where did that stain come from anyway? I wonder if Kaylee has been snooping in my
Ah! Distracted again!
An actual conversation. No fanatical remarks, no comments on maintaining the ‘purity’ of humanity (it’s no secret that he was not fond of us half-breeds). When I inquired as to the odd change in disposition he said he’d been on a trip to the country. That’s quite a trip!
Well, he said that and then something about…well, I’m not sure. Not all of it made sense.
Or rather, most of it didn’t and I’m still puzzling it out.
How on earth could he have known about that nearly-disastrous flight over France?
It doesn’t matter, I suppose.
I have yet to secure an apartment for myself, so I’ve been pitching a tent nightly in a field outside of the city. Thank goodness for the Turkish Baths or I’d be an honest and true mess, though that is getting to be a bit pricey and make me feel a tad over-indulgent. The attendants seem to think it’s odd that I’m there daily.
Samwise is bedded down in the city stables. I’ve not been to visit Kaylee or Tess, and I do need to track down Felicia, the poor girl!
This whole nonsense about finding what I was missing…I think the doctors were right. It’s all in my head. Whatever it is that was driving me far and wide over the world, it can’t possibly exist.