Ah, damn. I have this 8-10 page paper to write and it just won't come out of my head. Wait, I haven't got it in my head yet!

I want to scream a little bit! There is no reason for me to have to do this nonsense. I mean, besides that whole "degree" thing. And that silly "grad school" thing I want to do later.

Okay, so I have reasons. But I've managed to lose any ounce of motivation I was holding onto. Where does a girl find such things in the library at 10 o'clock on a Tuesday? I understand they sell drugs for this sort of problem, but that's not my scene tonight.

Really, I just want to be whiney and five-years-old. And then I want my paper to appear, typed and edited on my computer screen.

If only I was majoring in Art. Or Creative Writing. Or Daydreaming. Or Complaining. I'd be set. Smooth sailing, yessir. Nothing but blue skies and smooth sailing.