Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 20

6/11/1802

    Lionel will be attending the ball. I've already promised to not cause a fight if I drink too much, though that may be difficult. I wonder what kind of drinks will be there?  Probably wine or whiskey. Or beer.

6/12/1802

    There was discussion of restarting the slave trade in Galsran. I'd move away if that came back. Slavery is inhumane and cruel; you're using innocent people to do the jobs you don't want to. Thankfully it was only a discussion, no action has been taken yet. I hope it stays that way.

    On a much lighter note, someone told me a joke today. "What melancholy fact makes the calendar a miserable article? Its days are numbered."

6/13/1802

     I'd punch a priest in the face if it didn't mean execution. This religion relies entirely on scaring the citizens of Galsran into following a terrible moral code.

    A friend of mine from Numia wouldn't be able to move here with his husband, because according to this cult, love and marriage is for reproduction only. Does that mean I couldn't marry a woman here, because I'd have no means of having children with her?

    Thinking about that made me sad. I'm an idiot.

6/14/1802

    I taught Ollie to sit, finally! I hadn't found the time before now. He's a good dog. I've never owned a dog before, I'm surprised I'm caring for him as well as I am.

    I'm not skilled with dog breeds, but I believe he's a pug. He looks very unlike the pugs some royals and blue bloods kept; his face isn't flat and he isn't as round. Were those dogs bred like that? They look horrible.