November 20, 2019
The other day, in my haste to cram eat something seconds after it finished cooking, I burned the roof of my mouth to the point of a blister, which naturally I had to press on with my fingers and tongue to irritate further because apparently the blister itself wasn't painful enough. Now, perhaps unrelated, I have what to my tongue feels like gouges in the same area and a sore throat, so if I complain verbally, I sound like Jackie Mason's grandfather instead of a sexy blend of Brenda Vaccaro and Demi Moore. So I complain in writing. You're welcome.