All I want to do during finals is eat. Maybe it's because I have long been opposed to eating while working, and so eating is a cue for break-time. And because I give eating enough status that it can stand alone even during the busiest of times, it has somehow taken on too much status, become something so important that it is actually a productive activity. Or maybe it's because eating, unlike online procrastination, does not leave me feeling empty and ashamed. Or maybe it's because ordinarily my brain is given enough varying stimulation throughout the day to prevent its constantly returning to food, whereas the unpleasant singularness of the paper-writing task sends my brain screaming and fleeing. Or maybe painful intellectual exertion demands bodily retribution. Or maybe it's because I just really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really like food. A lot. And I think that I deserve it because I wrote another page.
The question is: How fat am I willing to get before tenure just isn't worth it anymore?
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