Friday, September 25, 2009

My Epigottis Is Unreliable.

The two deaths I have, for some reason, fantasized about are one, getting hit by a car, and two, choking. Since I got hit by a car this summer and survived, I'm wondering if that means I'm going to die of choking.

My epiglottis is unreliable. I come close to choking fairly often, once or twice a week. Just now, I took a swig of beer and my epiglottis totally didn't even try to prevent it from going down the wrong tube. My conscious brain stepped in in the nick of time and took matters into its own hands.