Okay, good stuff, gonna get this paper done, it will be great. First things first, music. Oh man, I have not listened to Coldplay in a long time. Parachutes, A Rush of Blood to the Head, X & Y, wow. What a trilogy. I mean Viva la Vida wasn’t that bad. Mylo Xyloto though, that’s when everything started going downhill. And don’t even get me started on Ghost Stories and A Head Full of Dreams.

Five minutes in. Hands are getting clammy as I type. “Lights will guide you home,” as Chris Martin says. That’s what gets me through the day.

Wasn’t Chris Martin married to Gwyneth Paltrow? Didn’t they have a kid named Apple or something?

God I hate Apple products. Samsung is totally where it’s at.

How am I doing on time? Ten minutes? Not too shabby. I really should have outlined my paper. This whole stream of consciousness technique probably only worked when on drugs.

What’s my word count? 192? Okay, 57 left. Let’s make ’em count. 51 now. 49. …

How do words work? Linguistics is pretty fascinating.

Let’s see. It’s 5:45 right now. Paper is due at 6:00. I’ve got this. Let’s tweak up those topic sentences. Conclusions are for losers. Thank god this is only a draft.

Time to reward myself with some cake.