Dear Diary,
I've been having a wonderful time with Hoenheim. We had dinner together a few nights ago, at his house. Honestly, he isn't much of a cook, but the food was edible. It seems he isn't married and never was, and that he does a few odds and ends for the State military and a few others. Mostly, it's in alchemy, of course, and that the work was both easy and somewhat gratifying. I really enjoy talking with him, even if I don't know that much about his art.
I still haven't found a regular job yet, but by doing a few odds and ends, like mending clothes and cleaning house for other people, I'm managing.
Oddly enough, though, there have been times when I can't breath, or get dizzy. I don't know what's wrong with me, but since it comes and goes I suppose it's nothing; maybe just an aftereffect of the fire and smoke inihilation. I told Hoenheim about it, and he got extremely worried and told me to let him know if anything happens.
I'd found out not too long ago that the military is at wa
I'm sorry, I blacked out for a while. It was strange. One minute I'm writing and the next I wake up with my head on your pages and a little bit of blood on them as well. I can't hep but wonder if this really is the product of that fire or something completely different...
Anyway, the military has sent State Alchemists to Ishbal to 'deal with the rebels'. Personally, I believe it's wrong, but there's nothing I can do about it. The Rockbells, that's the family living not too far away, might go in to help the wounded; they really are wonderfull doctors and people.
--Trisha