Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 19

6/8/1802

    Not to be over dramatic, but it feels like my entire lower body is being ripped in to by wild animals. I can't even sleep it off because I can't sleep. To make matters worse, I received a letter from my mother today, dated 6/1 but only arriving today. She was always the lesser of two evils, but I still can't stand her.

    She's asking for some kind of financial support. Sorry, but I'm awful at managing finances. That's why I'm an architect and not a banker.

6/9/1802

    I'm still miserable, but I don't feel like I'm dying, which is good. Still not working. Pain makes it difficult to focus.

    I hate to yell at little Ollie, but he won't stop stepping on me. It's nice to have a dog with you, but not when anything on your stomach makes the pain worse...

6/10/1802

    The ball is in less than two weeks. I hope there's actually money for Charlotte and me to go. Maybe I'll meet a pretty lady there, ha ha.

    Thinking about it, Charlotte might not go. I don't know if that beau of hers is going; even if he isn't, I don't think he'd approve of that. If he is, I may get the chance to talk with him and form a real opinion on him. Maybe hating him is irrational.