On Sunday, I decided to cook. Never mind what. And like a tool, I burned my arm pretty bad. The area is the size of about two fingernails and resembles nothing so much as a very small piece of steak cooked medium rare.
I find it disgusting that my arm looks like a piece of steak. I can imagine someone slicing a piece off and seeing that my arm is really just a piece of cooked meat, not all that different from other pieces of cooked meat.
Since Sunday I've pretty much been eating bread and cheese. Delicious, requires no cooking. Doesn't look like my own arm.
Yum.
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