Where can a dead man go? A question with an answer only dead men know.

I don't understand why coughing fits seem to only occur at the most inappropriate moments. Like when you're in the middle of class, and everyone is silently paying attention to the teacher. Or when you're on the phone with a Judge. Or trying to hand your license and registration over to a state trooper. Or trying to work out at the gym.  


All of a sudden, it feels like something clamps down on your throat. You try to not cough, because you don't want to draw attention to yourself. But that only makes it worse, and you end up having an Epic Coughing Fit instead of just a normal one. 


Sometimes I wonder if perhaps I'm possessed. 


Yesterday, whilst getting ready for bed/getting my tea & vitties ready for the morn, I had a coughing fit in the middle of the kitchen. It came out of nowhere. 

The time between that first tickle at the back of the throat to full on holy-crap-I-can't-breathe coughing fit was like .000001 seconds. 

(The cats get freaked out by coughing fits. Almost as freaked out as they get from sneezes.)

I think I spent a sold two minutes flailing around the kitchen trying to cough and catch my breath. And after a while, I realized that it felt like there was actually something stuck in my throat. 

A solid something. And I hadn't eaten in several hours, so I felt a bit confused as to what it could be, to say the least. 


After much hacking that probably could have been heard by anyone within a half mile, I managed to hock up whatever it was, and get a good look at it. 

A feather. 


A pretty decent-sized feather. Like not one of those little down feathers that come out of pillows and comforters. A full-sized bird's feather. 


I shall add this to the list of Completely Inexplicable Things I'd Rather Forget. 


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Don't have much else to report, I'm afraid. I'd say I feel fat, but we already know that. It's not going away. 


To catch up on some anonymous comments:


Anon#1 from the last post--yes, I do love my Latin Bible. I taught myself Latin using a combination of that, a Bible in English, and religious music from the Renaissance. 


Anon#2 from the last post: Thanks for the lovely comment! I DID write a book. It's not really writings like the blog, but it's fun nonetheless. :D You can read the beginning on my other site. 


Hydra: You are always welcome to post comments! <3 And I might consider a Part 2 of that animal behaviour post, as I thought of some other things after I wrote it...


Anon#1 from the animal post: Yes, the cat puffing up was actually one of the things I thought of after I posted. And I'm glad other people think of those things as well!! :)


Anon#! from the vampire post - hoped you liked Slipstream!


ArachneMort: You've got a point about HP. As much as I LOVE the Harry Potter series, I feel like it has caused a lot of books and authors to be unfairly compared to HP and Rowling. 


SpookysDarling: I think we should keep our dreams of writing our own vampire stories alive. I've actually just started work on one last week. One of the books I've been working on for AGES woke me up in the middle of the night and it was like BAM EPIPHANY!!! Now it's a vampire story. 


Hope I didn't miss anyone. Yell at me if I did!


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