It wasn't so bad after work when I couldn't feel my feet...
Then I got to class and I couldn't feel my brain.
I hate Statistics.
With a fiery unending passion.
How fiery? It makes Lex Luthor's gay pale in comparison. That fiery.
How unending? It will transcend my death. I will come back as a little Cellighost, find my textbook, and stomp it into little teeny tiny statistical pieces.
Really little ones.
As a ghost!