Hurray, depression out of nowhere.
Then I go and give myself a second degree burn on the inside of my arm while relocating my roaster.
Update: In a moment of continued brilliance, I gave myself a smaller (now with more blisters!) burn on the outside of the same arm on the hot E-61 group of my espresso machine. Since the surface temperature of this doesn’t get much above 250 or so (whereas the roaster reaches about 400 externally), this means I somehow managed to hold my arm on the group that much longer, in order to achieve a similarly magical effect.
It’s a good thing I don’t ride a motorcycle, or I’d have probably cooked my leg on the exhaust by now.