Burning Man

Of course life is like that prison analogy I made earlier. Had a wonderful date followed by a very productive study session. I come home and find out there's no hot water. So I head down to the basement and notice that the pilot light is out on the water boiler. No biggie, right? It doesn't smell like gas at all so I turn on the pilot switch. Next thing I know, a friggin fireball engulfs my right arm. Now I'm nursing second degree burns that hurt like a MOTHERFUCKER.

Of course, all I can think of is, "How the hell am I going to take my finals like this?!?"

Thank god my roommate had some Tylenol 3.