waking up and having every thought that

you are enduring an asthma attack…

is not better than folger’s in your cup.

but ten minutes later forcing yourself to breathe and realizing it was just respiratory issues from whatever icky has you in it’s clutches, is reassuring. though it probably was an asthma attack and your willpower just ate it alive.

but, the concept that my willpower DID eat the attack alive is a good one. because i don’t have attacks when i’m exerting myself anymore, the two i’ve had in recent times (relatively recent, within the past eight months) were because i was sick.

which means i can manage to get into the army, because i wouldn’t be a liability then.

or so i shall tell my officer school aspiring self.

i’m in the needs for a good roleplay. colby, colby, where art thou? i want to write something magnificent and magical and dangerous.