Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 5

4/20/1802

    I may be a novice, but the architectural council seems to like me... hopefully they like me enough to take this plan when I'm done with it. Then the mayor has to like it enough to approve it... fixing an old building was easy, making a new one is harder. We do need a prison, though. 

    Ollie does little but sleep and eat. He's a good boy.

4/21/1802

    I've been up for more than 24 hours trying to finish this drawing as soon as I can. Coffee is no more than hot, bitter bean juice, but it seems to have replaced my blood now.

    This is taking much longer than I expected. It took a while to even determine where it could be built. Now the question is, how big should it be, how many cells should it have... ugh.

4/22/1802

    It's been 3 days. I haven't slept for more than an hour. I think I'm going blind.

    The plan is almost finished, I think. I jus tneed to finish a few things on the inside of it. Then I can sleep... Charlotte has been trying to force me to sleep... she can't do that I have a right to stay awake as long as I wish to.

    I need to stop writing and finish the dra

4/23/1802

    I fell asleep. At least it was at a somewhat reasonable time. Charlotte's either going to laugh at me or scold me.

    Now I need to actually finish that drawing.