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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Tuesday, June 25 2019
Soon after I got home from work today, Gretchen started dealing with a problem with a pair of Air Iceland flights she'd purchased through Expedia.com. Air Iceland had impulsively rescheduled the flight without taking care to reschedule the connecting flight that we would now be missing. It took Gretchen over an hour of conversation with customer service to fix the situation. These are the sort of logistical fuckups that I never have to deal with because Gretchen handles all of it. My at home (and also at work) is entirely towards making things, and I only have to deal with a small handful of other human beings. So I harvested and washed some lettuce from the garden so we could have some salad with out leftover pasta (yesterday Gretchen had made both homemade fresh pasta and long pasta tubes we'd bought months ago at Adams). The salad proved even better than expected just because it was so fresh. In one of my ventures outdoors, I had to rescue a tiny, exhausted garter snake from Diane the Cat.
As I was watching YouTube on my bedroom laptop before going to sleep, Ramona suddenly kicked her feet, as she often does. Today, though, they connected rather emphatically with my left testicle, which jolted me to absolute alertness. The testicle in question continued hurting to some extent until I eventually fell asleep. It was a hot, muggy night, so I had the bedroom ceiling fan on.


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