Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 8

4/30/1802

    Someone  was injured during construction. Apparently it's my fault, according to him. Okay. I don't see how you tripping over something and hurting yourself has anything to do with me, but okay, I guess. Just don't sue me and we'll be fine.

5/1/1802

    Church is tomorrow and I am ready to punch all of the priests in the face. They're insane and should not be priests. This religion should not exist. I shouldn't be here.

    On a much less depressing note, ginger tea tastes wonderful and I will argue with anyone who says otherwise.

5/3/1802

    Nothing important happened yesterday.

    I received another letter from my family. My father has died of an unknown illness. Good riddance; the only people I feel bad for are his friends.

5/4/1802

    I gathered enough money to see a play today; prices tend to run cheaper in Galsran than in Numia, at least. It was melodramatic and ran for too long. I'm not impressed.