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



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Saturday, December 20 2025
I remained bedridden (well, technically couch-ridden) for much of the day due to ongoing malaise. I'd taken 400mg of ibuprofen at 4:30am this morning after my temperature started climbing past 100, and it was reasonable for part of the day. But by this afternoon it was back at 100 again, where it plateaued for awhile. I figured it was best to let my fever burn as long as I could stand it, since it was killing off the bad stuff more than the good stuff. But by 4:30pm it had started rising further and I had to take ibuprofen again.
I hadn't masturbated (or even thought about it) in days, but yesterday I gave it a try and couldn't even keep my mind focused on the necessary thoughts, so I had to give up. Today, though, I saw it as a sign of progress that I managed to masturbate all the way to completion, although I wouldn't say the erection I maintained throughout the process was anything other than embarrassing.

This evening while Gretchen and I were watching the sixth episode of Pluribus, I suddenly felt, well, completely healed. It was like a miracle, and so notable that I told Gretchen within minutes of it happening. One swallow my sore throat had been a thing, but in the next one the sore throat was gone. And I no longer had massive loogies coming up with every cough. The coughs had turned drier, just producing a white noise sound and little (if any) material. Meanwhile Gretchen had only just entered the sore throat phase of her experience with this illness.

At some point I downloaded a bunch of Jeopardy!s and a Rob Reiner film called A Few Good Men, which Gretchen, who is wallowing in Rob Reiner nostalgia, wanted to watch (and couldn't find on the various services we actually pay for). I'd never seen A Few Good Men, and I think Gretchen wanted me to see it, so I sat and watched the whole thing. It not, however, my kind of movie. I'm not into courtroom dramas, and have even less patience for military court room dramas. Furthermore, the scope of the drama was limited and I didn't really care what the outcome of the case turned out to be (though surely Tom Cruise and Demi Moore were destined to win). Gretchen, on the other hand, absolutely loved it.


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