With apologies to Henri Matisse:
Here is my life:
So, you know how it goes. By the end of any given writing/problem set marathon my body has blended entirely into the shape of my chair and I'm saying things like this:
And then, due to sheer force of will combined with luck, I finish everything on time, but barely. And of course, that leads to thoughts like this:
And then because of all the time I wasted "rewarding" myself...