Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


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   space in my psyche
Sunday, September 21 2008
The cool weather is good for digging, though the reef of shale about fifteen feet down the drainage ditch from the greenhouse foundation is proving harder and higher than expected. Still, by the time a thunderstorm swept through this evening, the ditch was draining downhill through even this most troublesome part of the ditch. Now there's only about twenty more feet of ditch to deepen, and there's no telling what I'll encounter there.
That roof leak I'd detected yesterday didn't leak during today's storm (which wasn't accompanied by strong winds), which is great because it now no longer has to occupy a space in my psyche.

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