I started coughing when I had coffee in my mouth. Had I done the natural thing, I would have spit it out in the direction I was facing, but that would have been nasty in a public place. I coughed, hacked, tried to swallow slowly. I was doing a very slow, but okay job. My father patted my back to "help" and it re-routed to my nose. Thanks! I still smell coffee, 13 hours later, despite clearing my nose. It didn't burn nearly as bad as soda or milk.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
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