its a tickling sensation. just so fucking bothersome.
boston last weekend was awesome. the city is so nice; not that small, but no where as big and all-consuming as nyc. bc's campus is so fucking pretty. grass + gothic buildings + stone stairs + tree lined walkways.
i only saw three pairs of Chucks in boston, as opposed to here, where every other person is wearing them.
while i was walking around fanuel hall on saturday, i managed to burn my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and my throat on a cup of decent coffee. well, i think it was decent. it might have been pretty good, but i couldnt taste anything afterwards. actually, i didnt really start tasting things again until this afternoon. this was by far the worst burn i have gotten from hot liquids. i didnt realize that my throat was really burned until it started bothering me today. i had someone look down my throat with a flashlight and it turns out that my throat is red and inflamed and the irriation is probably due to healing. you'd think i'd learn not to drink coffee that hot, but it never fails: i always get some kind of burn. coffee is just better when it is hot.