Fascinantes extractos del diario de un programador de Netscape Communications durante los primeros meses de la existencia de la compañía:
I just got home; the last time I was asleep was, let’s see, 39 hours ago. And I’m not even tired right now. I guess I’m on my second or third or eighteenth wind. I only came home because I was worried that if I stayed there any longer, I’d fall asleep at the wheel again. I didn’t want to stay down there for another night, because I really need a shower at this point; it was a hot day today, and Lou and I played some intense games of air hockey last night that got me all sweaty and disgusting.
Wow, I must be tired — I just turned on the television, and MTV is actually moving too fast for me to understand it.
I’ve had a sore throat and a cough for about a week now, but I haven’t done anything about it, because I don’t have time. I think I’m keeping myself from getting a cold by sheer force of will.
(vía Boing Boing)