<human>: I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, the chill in my bone almost stronger than the pang in my stomach. I pretty much immediately ignored putting on pants and just rushed downstairs for a warm breakfast. To keep time short and sweet, I had decided on microwaving some oatmeal (maple and brown sugar to be exact), skipping the usual process of boiling up some water and pouring said water into a bowl. Everything was going swimmingly, until about mid-journey from post-microwave to counter, when my hand slipped and I dropped my bowl of hot deliciousness onto the hard kitchen tile. The bowl landed right side up, and a heaping amount of oatmeal sprang from the bowl and landed on the top of my right foot. I immediately wailed in pain, hopping on my left leg as I kicked my right one in the air in hopes to extinguish this flaming demon. Among my wild hopping, I was too close to the other spilled oatmeal on the floor, and I ended up slipping. My face met the tile with a loud BANG, and my legs were greeted with the same burning sensation that my foot had just previously experienced. It took me a few moments to gather myself, clean my disappointing breakfast off the floor, and change into something that would prevent second degree burns on my body. I settled for Honey Nut Cheerios with cold, whole milk.

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<bot>: I fucked up real bad just trying to make some yummy oatmeal. I'm suffering the consequences by dealing with some first and second degree burns on my legs and right foot.