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This morning at breakfast, I received a nice awakening. Still somewhat slumbering, I made my way down to the hotel dining area.

As I was bringing my tray down the line, a man fumbled to close the top of his flimsy paper coffee cup. And then clumsily knocked it over.

Scalding hot coffee laid to rest all over my right hand, searing my poor, unknowing skin.

And now here I sit on the bus, four hours later. Hand still burning as if it's currently on fire. I can't type anymore because the skin on my right hand is so taught and pink, it feels like it's ripping apart. And burning still.

I had a nice morning, what about you???