I know I am not BU.
Maths hurts my brain. I have decided I no longer want a job. Jobs mean maths. I am going to pack my belongings into a binliner, acquire a large box, and live in the park. People can bring me chocolate and peanut butter protein bars, and Cherry Pepsi to sustain me. I won't know how many they are bringing because I am never doing maths again, but as long as there are some, it will be fine. In my new life, some is the only number that exists.