honjinphoenix

Current Mood: sick

It was a lovely dinner. It's been a while since I've been able to enjoy myself so much with a future associate. The last company I tried to do business with tried to take me out to a club for a drinking party. Is that not incredibly gauche? Surely I come across more refined then that. I am better placed in a classic restaruant enviornment with rare wines and beautiful servers awaiting my needs. Though I must admit, I did enjoy the drinking party immensely. Those men were wonderful drinking companions, but I simply cannot do business with people who have that kind of attitude. 

Ah well, c'est la vie.

In another criminally cruel aspect of life, I have come down with a most unattractive cold. No fevers yet, praise the gods, but when my nose is not running like a faucet, I feel as if I have cotton balls stuffed up it. Still, I am attempting to carry the illness with grace and elegance. I had a number of handkerchiefs sent to me and, I admit, there is some sort of noble dignity to dab at ones nose with silk while bravely carrying on the day to day operations of running a company. It is like the long suffering hero. The emperor who marches bravely at the head of the line even though he is inevitably marching to his death. It's a pity that mucous is so unattractive. Perhaps I shall stay home when the illness has peaked. 

Ah, if only I had a dear, caring freind who would feed me chicken soup in bed. I do have my butler, of course, but it's so difficult to get him to wear the maid's uniform. He simply doesn't appreciate the mood of the thing.