Day 3.

Day One in my bunker. Everything in my house is going crazy. It's made out of reinforced steel and has enough rations to last me a year. I can only blog because I found a old "dial-up" in my bunker. I don't even know what it is. All I know is that it sticks inside the phone jack. I can't use my "landline" on it. I don't even know why. Man this sucks. I can't ask robots to get me food. I have to PHYSICALLY stand up and fetch food. What is this madness? What did people ten years ago do? Gosh, this is so painfully annoying.