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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   reflux and influx
Wednesday, September 30 2020
Considering the amount of alcohol I had yesterday evening (two 12 oz Hazy Little Thing IPAs and a rum cocktail), I had a pretty bad hangover today. Most of its effects were in my gut, occasionally as persistent discomfort and other times waves of acid reflux. I don't know if the xanax or pseudoephedrine from yesterday were more to blame. In any case, I was pleased to see that most opinions on last night's debate were that Trump, through his infantile debate behavior, had squandered one of the few opportunities to do something about Biden's obdurate lead in the polls.
Towards the end of the workday, I relocated to the greenhouse upstairs, which was warm from passive solar influx. Otherwise conditions were on the cool side, though not enough to justify the fire I later started in the woodstove.

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