After a night out drinking this past Wednesday, I got a few slices of pizza from this place near the bar. In my slightly less than sober state, I decided taking a huge bite as soon as the pizza was handed to me was a perfectly acceptable thing to do. Said pizza had come directly from the oven. Can you get a third degree burn on the roof of your mouth? Yea, not fun. Just slightly higher on the list of fun things to do than biting into your tongue. Not biting your tongue, biting into your tongue.
Between those two little oral incidents and the bout of monkey flu (aka terrible cold/sore throat deal) I had, my mouth has been miserable this week.