Entry 200
Diplomatic action
94
14/7
14/7
July 14th, Y94
Friday
It was a hell of a lot of travel to get here. I know it was less than 24 hours, but it's taken me since Wednesday to get even remotely close to feeling like myself again. I don't remember feeling this rundown when I was in Australia.
I'm clearly starting to iritate my new equerry. He has sighed heavily a few times when I've yawned. I find it rather funny, actually; he's all of two years older than I am, yet he acts like I'm an insolent teenager. Lieutenant Philip Drummond. He's nice enough, always respectful with head bows and "sirs" whenever necessary. But probably something from his military training dislikes that I'm jet lagged, as if it were simply a matter of discipline. Imagine my eyeroll.
