Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 22

6/20/1802

    Nothing of interest happened yesterday.

    The ball is tomorrow. I'm nervous. I don't want to make a fool of myself there, but that might prove difficult with my lack of dancing abilities and poor impulse control.

6/21/1802

    Oh boy.

    I'll be writing more tomorrow, because I'll probably be too drunk to write properly tonight. Or too tired. Both are likely.

6/22/1802

    That was fun! I barely remember the last half of it, though.

    Dancing started sometime after I arrived. Did you know that switching partners while dancing is very awkward and I hate it? I can't remember the faces of most of the women I danced with, except for the one I can recall speaking to me afterwards.

    The real fun was when I found the drinks... I'm still feeling the effects. It was fun until I woke up. Now I'm just tired and feeling sick.

    Lionel was there. I managed to not start a fight even when I was intoxicated. He's actually very nice, almost pleasant to be around. I can now see why Charlotte likes him.

    There was one woman I danced with who came up and talked to me when I was leaving. Her name was... Tabby or Tabitha; one of those names. I'll have to try and find her again, she seemed nice.

6/23/1802

    Everything is blurry around me. The options to explain this are: I'm still slightly drunk (unlikely, it should have worn off by now), I'm just that tired (also unlikely, I managed to sleep well), or my vision is finally starting to fail me! I knew it would happen someday; both of my parents have glasses. I'm not going to get them until the blurriness impairs my work or my daily life.