How to heal a burnt mouth

I'm trying to drink less coffee, which is something I think is futile and stupid, but probably good for all the kinks in my muscles.

Today, I made myself some herbal tea to take to work and filled up my travel mug. I decided I'd take a small tester sip of my tea to see how it tasted before I left my house.

I knew it would be hot, so I tentatively poked my tongue out, furtively wiggling in the tea's direction. I made the error of taking too much tea into my mouth and felt the searing of my tender flesh, so I opened my mouth to take in much needed air to cool my burning insides.

Then I realized it would be far smarter to get rid of the burning hot liquid, so I casually opened my mouth and dumped it on the kitchen floor. Sweet, sweet relief. I may still lose the skin on my tongue and roof of my mouth, but maybe not.

Then I had tea all over the floor, and while yes I debated about leaving it there all day to evaporate while I was at work, I decided to use my voter registration paperwork for something _good_, so I mopped up the tea and promptly threw away my voting paperwork.

Seque to: I'm not voting this election.

I'm sorry Amber; I know if you could get to me you'd kick my ass as hard as your scrawny butt could.

I don't believe in it, I don't care, and ultimately, I don't think it will make a damn bit of difference.

I'm slightly ashamed, feel a little bit guilty, but I'm ignorant and well yeah, I'm not doing it. It's not done anything in the past two or three elections to date. Even for the smaller stuff.

So I'm done.

Instead I'll do my homework and my dishes.

You are welcome to kick my ass though.

Nick and Jesse's too for that matter.