I am, at midnight, still grading, and I click on a submitted paper and find that a student has written a paper entitled "Chickens have a hard life."
Well, I'll be damned. I had no idea that chickens were suffering so gravely, but guess what?
I get to stay up for at least another hour and learn all about... the pain of... chickens.
PS. Dear Lord Jesus, in another life, could I be a chicken so that I might be merely uncomfortable rather than in possession of free will and a conscience? That'd be great. Thanks.