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:
weather as horrid as any crash pad
Monday, March 3 1997
Thing to say today: the challenge is making increasingly complicated processes interface with the unmaleable form of the human beast.I did very little today in the social sphere. The weather had turned as horrid as any crash pad, with cold little droplets of rain harassing my face as I went to the surprisingly crowded computer lab in UVA's Cocke Hall to work on my musings. Then, at my house I finally mopped up mud tracked into my room weeks ago by the goths. I went to bed at about 5:30pm and experienced complete and satisfying sleep prior to my shift at Comet. I had been operating with a sleep deficit, but that now has been repaid. At some point during this shift I will have passed 24 hours without ingesting any form of drug except caffeine!
Sorry folks, that's all I have to say today. If you missed it, there is lots of interesting material in yesterday's entry.
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