July 20th 1432.
Nothing much happened to me today. Barry was his usual self, laughing, smiling, mocking everyone who walked past. Just a regular old day for this guard man.
Sigh...
Why can't there be something different? Why must my life always be such a monotone daily grind where barely any progress will be made?! It is really starting to annoy me. Day after day, I'm stuck in this dead-end job, just standing in front of a damn wooden door!
...I just wish something different will happen...
October 16th 1432.
I was just reading some of my previous diary entries and I realised what a complete fool I was. I wished for something to break me out of my daily rut, and then this happens.
Barry hadn't moved an inch since I last saw him. When I left for home last night, he just stayed there in the exact same spot, and when I came back 8 hours later, he was still standing there. I am suspecting that even while I am writing this entry he is still standing there.
Was it something I said?