In Which I Catastrophically Misinterpret The Reality Of Having Carbon Monoxide Poisoning


Feeling, so, I don’t know… deliciously Soviet. Like a wandering tourist who’s accidentally stumbled into Chernobyl and is now surrounded by all these terribly macabre-looking, pale-faced, chain-smoking, unshaven unemployed nouveau Bolsheviks.

Sometimes I think my head may very well be filled almost entirely by lots and lots of finely shredded cabbage.

(N.B. For anyone genuinely concerned, intoxication level mild)


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