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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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Monday, May 2 2016
Not only was it a rainy day, but it was also a Monday, and though (in recent years at least) neither of those have been the sorts of things that bring me down, I now have the kind of job that marks Monday as the weekly sunset of personal freedom. Still, I like the work my workweek has me doing, and if I can just figure out how to deal with the soul-crushing nature of some (though certainly not all) of my interactions, I would really enjoy this job.

Late this evening after work, I tried eating a gram of Sceletium tortuosum, and about twenty minutes later I felt perhaps I had taken too much. But I felt dextromethorphan-style effects on my sense of balance and colors seemed to get more intense and reddish. But that was it; it never became any more intense than that. I would go on to watch the second episode of season six of Game of Thrones (the one where the dead Jon Snow did what everyone has been predicting he would do).
Later, I had some trouble falling asleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night and knew I wouldn't be sleeping any more by natural means, I took an Ambien. I was realizing that Sceletium has subtle effects on wakefulness beyond the mild dissociative feelings I'd experienced.


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