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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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   more wrong with me than painless diarrhea
Saturday, January 4 2020

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York, USA

At some point in the middle of the night, I realized that there was more wrong with me than painless diarrhea. My guts felt unsettled, and I couldn't really imagine eating anything. At some point I joined the WhatsApp group of my fellow India travelers and soon learned that at least half of them were suffering from a range of maladies. At some point Gretchen declared her illness over, and successfully walked the dogs. But before long she was back in bed, complaining mostly of gut issues and well as general body discomfort. We ended up spending nearly all day in bed, sometimes sleeping, sometimes just laying there not doing anything. At some point I went out to the couch, where I felt healthy enough to re-watch some classic YouTube episodes of True Crime Loser related to the Chris Watts case.

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