Either I'm going to power through another 100 pages of edits tonight powered by Johnny Walker, dill pickle potato chips, and some kinda determination not to spend the rest of my life as a student, or I'll spend the rest of the night watching animal videos on youtube, powered by Johnny Walker and dill pickle potato chips, while being crushed by the perpetual guilt and shame of not spending every waking minute on finishing this fucking thing.
Taking bets now.
(FYI: Dill pickle chips and scotch are not a great combo, and therefore, the chips are now out of the equation)
Wouldn't you rather have a nice cup of tea?
Don't believe everything that you read.