Log: 1999 December 13th Day: Monday Why this exists: Freaking Michael forced me into it Why you care: You don't So. Here I am. Writing here for stupid reasons. What are those stupid reasons, you ask? Michael was bugging me about it every single day for a month straight. Guess he doesn't want us to be forgotten. Michael is weird like that. Overall my day was crappy. Couldn't sleep very well, so i'm tired. My house seems as stable as thread. But of course, its the only one I can afford. Funny. Not. The walls wobble a lot, and there is quite a bit of creaking going on in there. Michael says that there is probably rats in the pipes. That makes sense, the AC stinks Literally. My work day is coding a website named Stoneberg. Michael just said it was the only thing he could think of. Reasons reasons reasons. In case any inquiring minds want to know, the reason why I did a HTML file instead of a .txt file is because... well actually I don't know about that. I guess I just did it. Inquiring minds shall forever inquire. END LOG ________________________________________________________________________________________ Log: 1999 December 20th Day: Monday... Again... Why this exists: Michaelaphor. Why you care: You, in fact, STILL don't Slow week. We both finished Stage 3. Michael thinks we made it too hard. I was the one to say we should make stoneberg itself super hard, and Stage 3 was hard on my case even. But, here we are. I decided to name our employee portal Ughegrug. Wonder how he'll react to that Knowing him, he'll think its a cipher. I only got a $206 paycheck for a 9 to 5 job. Minimum wage sucks. At the same time, I'm sure thats how Michael feels lol. Maybe when we can start making more than scraps, I can get a decent home, that doesn't reek of things unknown. That actually almost rhymes. Welp, thats that. LATER By later, I mean 9:30 at night. Here is how it went down: I go to bed like a normal human being. Michael, on the other hand, is immune to sleep ig So, unfortuante little me got spammed at 9:30 about Ughegrug. Turns out changing the name of the employee portal was a bad idea, because he spent ALL this time trying to figure out if it was a cipher. Turns out if you turn it backwards and do rot13 you get: thetruth Which sucks for me. I told him I just slammed my keyboard. He doesn't think coincidences exist anymore. He also wants to keep that as the name for the portal. What have I done? END LOG ________________________________________________________________________________________ Log: 1999 December 25th Day: Saturday Just wanted to log this to say that Christmas was dull. Me and Elizabeth decided to save our money to get a new house. Michael got me a monitor though, so I felt bad when I didn't get a gift for the weird guy. My wife has been feeling pretty drowsy. Work, probably. She's a attorney, so it's pretty constant. We've joked about getting her a brand new bed at work. To be honest, I think the only reason she doesn't have one there is because she has a husband. END LOG ________________________________________________________________________________________ Log: 2000 January 4th Day: Tuesday I skipped work yesterday. I haven't logged in a bit. I decided to log now, before I stop doing it completely. Elizabeth is gone. We don't know what happened yet Michael thought I was joking. After I said what happened, he just said: "What happened? Catch a bad cold?" He only said that because Elizabeth hates being cold, and is pretty sensitive to it. "Bit late for April Fools. Seriously though, how's it going?". I didn't talk to Michael at work much today. It was hard for me to work. Michael's only comment was: "I'm sure Elizabeth is such a workaholic, she's probably working in heaven" How could he just brush it off? How would HE feel if the only thing that really mattered to him just disappeared? If he's trying to make me feel better, he's not.