I can't even begin to describe the horrible day I just had.

I need a drink... or ten, or twenty, or however many it will take for me to forget everything that I just remembered.

After work a few days ago, Terra and I visited the library recently to read up on the history and mythology of moogle island. Hopefully, we will discover some interesting locales deep in the wilderness to explore and battle against difficult monsters to help me forget my own problems. Hopefully, we will find something interesting!

I have also been researching recipes to make the perfect loaves of bread. I am not having much luck with yeast-breads, so I am focusing on quick breads that do not require fermentation. Hopefully, I will graduate to yeasty baked goods before my customers grow weary of my limited repertoire!

I have lost all hope of ever seeing my table again, so I took it upon myself to build one for my roommate and I. It isn't the finest work of carpentry ever, but it will do for now.

I came home from a long day at work to discover that my hut is suddenly bereft of table, though there are still all four chairs around for sitting. If anyone knows the whereabouts of said table, or why said table is missing, please enlighten me.

Thank you and have a lovely day.

Our rescue mission was a complete, abysmal failure. I can't remember the last time a basic rescue mission of mine failed. This is tragic, and I believe myself to be partially responsible for the tragedy. Allow me to offer my most sincere apologies and condolences to friends of Matias and the little White Mage who failed to introduce himself to me.

( To the Red Mage who accompanied us on our mission. )

This whole experience on the island is rather surreal I've never seen so many cute little things that kill. Alone, they're not too difficult to worry about, but when they all band together, they become amazingly powerful.

Right now, I'm with the mobile, makeshift medic station. Hmm... that's a nice alliteration. I'll protect the medics and those who need healing until this conflict is over, so feel free to come meet with us!

Today, I woke up on an island with nothing on me except the clothes on my back, which were torn and blood-splattered. I was unarmed, and my pockets were completely empty.

I must have been mugged or wounded in a battle, but I don't remember fighting with anyone. I fact, I can't remember much of anything. This is also disconcerting.

A wild boy in rags named Gau was kind enough to lead me to town, where I met Sara and her attendant. Sara recommended I stop by the medic station to stock up on potions and the like, and I met an old friend there. though I'm embarrassed to say that she remembered more about me than I did about her.

I should make a list of things I know about myself and my past for future reference.

1. My name is Leo Christophe... General Leo Christophe.
2. I am... literate. I know how to read and write, or I wouldn't be writing this.
3. Known friends and acquaintances from my past include Terra, Celes, and Gestahl.
4. Terra says I am a kind man and a good listener.

That's a start. It will just have to do for now.