Beware of martini

I'm at work, and after a week of back-to-back craziness, I'm again stuck with nothing to do and the entire day ahead of me. Sure, someone will probably send me an e-mail this afternoon that says something like, "Lauren! I need this and such-and-such done, ASAP! Like, 5 minutes ago would have been ideal!" Okay, not really like that, because no one actually talks like that. It's like in Charlie Brown, when the adults talk and the kids only hear "Wa, wa wa wa wa, wa." It's not because I don't enjoy my job that the words translate as such, but mostly due to the fact that I am completely preoccupied with the pain in my tongue. You see, on Sunday, David and I ate at Nobu, this really fancy, much-too-expensive-for-a-normal-dining-experience sushi restaurant for Restaurant Week. It's an event that allows you to eat at top-notch restaurants for a $35 flat fee a person with a fixed menu and some of the proceeds going to charity. Since we're there, hanging out, and it's a "special occasion" (since any time you eat out and spend more than fourty bucks you have to dub it a "special occasion" to stave off the guilt), I had this really amazing martini. I mean really amazing, with fresh watermelon and everything. The problem was, it hit me pretty quickly on an empty stomach, so by the time we sat down, I was getting the little tingly sensation in my fingertips. I guess my tongue was feeling it a little too much, because I sure didn't feel it when I chomped down on it while trying to chew my nigiri. It's pretty self-explanatory how hard I must have bitten it if it's Thursday and my tongue still hurts. Anyone have any tongue remedies? It would be a great way to occupy the vast, expansive void that I call my afternoon at work...