Fucking ouch. Whilst working on my video installation for tomorrow’s First Friday show (you remember that, don’t you? And you’re coming? Awesome!), I stopped to make myself a soup ‘n’ sandwich. The making of the sandwich was uneventful as such things go — mayo, pickle loaf (don’t judge me), tomato, cheese, pickles, wheat bread.
But it was the clam chowder that done me wrong, for when I opened the microwave and went to stir the quite-hot chowder, something inside of it exploded and sprayed me down with boiling soup. Which is really surprisingly painful, particularly when you’re shirtless.
It’s funny. But now I have all these painful chowder burns on my chest and stomach and upper arms. It’s no less painful for being absurd.
Christ. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.