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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Wednesday, December 6 2017
I was obsessively in the zone for much of today, compelled into this state by a looming deadline for the end of the day tomorrow. (I believe they call that flow.) It's great to be able to get into and remain in this state without the pharmacological assistance of anything beyond caffeine (to which my body has such a high tolerance that it hardly constitutes an pharmaceutical). I was so engaged that there was no way I could've prepared dinner for Gretchen at the end of her bookstore shift (something that would normally be possible a couple hours before the end of my California-timezone workday). Gretchen whipped up the fixings for Korean tacos, which I devoured like a North Korean in a work camp.
Neville had gone to the bookstore with Gretchen despite the continued marginal state of both of his knees. Fortunately, the bookstore is not a particularly active environment for him.


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