My butler, Sebastian, has been pestering me about this thing called... "online blogging"? So I thought I ought to try it, although I can hardly figure out how to turn on this newfangled computer ... thing. Well, I can manage without Sebastian. I don't need him to do this for me. I'm a Phantomhive! I can take care of myself. It can't be that difficult to find the power button. Except it's not anywhere on the keyboard... Oh, I give up... I wish Sebastian were here, but he's out purchasing tea from that bloody old pervert. Well, that was completely useless, Sebastian, I don't even understand why you've been so persistent about online diary entries. But, I suppose I'll have to type this later. After Sebastian figures this bloody console out. Thank you for reading this, uh, I guess, though this is a humiliation to the Phantomhive name.
- Ciel Phantomhive
