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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   wade into the socializing
Tuesday, September 26 2017
Gretchen held court in the yard for hours today as people visited. The weather had been muggy and hot, but today it was cooler and drier, and the weather outside was perfect. There weren't even any harassing insects. The first visitor was Kate, who was interested in everyone's hospitalization stories, including my teenage one. Kate had one of her own, though her abdominal scar is only about half the length of mine (mine is a full seven inches).
Later Nancy and a rather hungover Ray showed up. After observing that Gretchen doesn't look that much thinner, Ray fell asleep and could be heard snoring on occasion. I came out briefly and used a pair of forceps to extract a lingering fragment of a porcupine quill from Neville's lower lip (this was the second one to materialize since he was professionally dequilled). People mean well when they come to visit, but Gretchen can only take so much socializing, and some people are better at picking up on her desire to move on to the next thing than others. Gretchen was dismayed to find it was after 4:00pm when the socializing finally came to an end. At least with me, I always had the excuse that I was on the clock, and I could come out and wade into the socializing as a welcomed break from my computer and then leave whenever I felt like it. [REDACTED]


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