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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Like my brownhouse:
   two biggish shots
Tuesday, April 30 2013

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York

With the assistance of 120 milligrams of pseudoephedrine, I managed to crank my way through most of the development of the last of four educational "games" I'd been building in amid various distractions and bouts of procrastination for the past few months. I was again trying to see if I could end the day after such a pseudoephedrine dose without having to resort to alcohol, but again it proved impossible. And so again I capped the night with two biggish shots of liquor, enough to tamp down the pseudoephedrine buzz, but not enough to fill tomorrow with regret. I slept down in the greenhouse upstairs, where, for the first night this year, it was warm enough that I didn't need to run the heater.

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