Dear LSAT,
I am sick of studying for you. Specifically, for your stupid fucking logic games. I do not care if it is possible for Nat to order the swordfish. I do not care whether or not the paleontologist is able to learn both Swahili and Rundi. I especially do not care about the ability of Yolanda to repair radios, and whether or not that ability is related to Wim’s facility with the inner workings of VCRs.
But you care about these things, LSAT. And I really, really, wish you didn’t.