So I guess I kind of needed it.
I took another drag and thought about all the wonderful things
that were crawling into my lungs, making themselves at home.
I wondered if they liked it, you know, being in my lungs and all.
I don't think they did though,
because I started coughing.
Not the kind of coughing that makes you want a cough drop,
but the kind that makes you question when you'll taste oxygen again.
I just kept coughing.
So here I am, in all my glory,
and all I can think about is the awful color of the tile on this floor.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
So I guess I kind of needed it.
I took another drag and thought about all the wonderful things
that were crawling into my lungs, making themselves at home.
I wondered if they liked it, you know, being in my lungs and all.
I don't think they did though,
because I started coughing.
Not the kind of coughing that makes you want a cough drop,
but the kind that makes you question when you'll taste oxygen again.
I just kept coughing.
So here I am, in all my glory,
and all I can think about is the awful color of the tile on this floor.