It was only eight hours into his shift. It was only twelve-thousand entries into his excel spreadsheet. It was only twenty-nine years, seven-days and four and a half hours into his life; however, he felt as if it were an eternity. Why wasn't the exponential fit working?
The log-transform of his independent variable should have resulted in a linear dependency on the dependent variable, but it didn't. He had tried, over and over, to achieve this result to no avail.
He knew the old idiom, "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again, expecting a different result". He recognized his weakness for formulaic solutions to his problems.
He opened his copy of Numerical Recipes and leaned toward his monitor. His scalp bumped the shelf. A book fell, nearly hitting the bison.
Rutherford, feeling the tremulous position he was in, glowered.
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