6/24/1802
I woke up today and proceeded to bump into something directly in front of me. I need glasses, don't I... But they're so expensive. I'm terrible with managing finances.
I'll have to break down eventually and buy a pair, but today is not the day! Work will continue as usual, only slightly impaired.
6/25/1802
Construction is almost finished. That's good, because I'm sick of sitting outside and watching people build. Is architecture and working as an architect this stupid in other places? I really hope not, I plan on moving away from this awful place.
I'll need to talk with James soon; he's a social man, he could help me find that woman I met at the ball, probably.
6/26/1802
I broke down and bought the glasses... They're uncomfortable to wear, but I can see clearly now. They make me look older, too. Now I might actually be taken seriously in important discussions! Not that I'm ever included in important discussions.
6/27/1802
There is one good thing about living in Galsran; no one knows me or my life. No one knows my birth name or who my parents are. And no one will know my birth name, because I hate it and am very uncomfortable when people say it around me.
I did speak with James, he does know who she is. Now what to do? Do I send a letter? That seems reasonable. But what to say? I'm not very good at this; it's why I have maybe 2 friends. I'm just not good at interacting with people...
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Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin
Ficción GeneralShort, simple writings from the journal of Nathaniel Ottin, an architect from the small town of Galsran.