I am Jack's unfinished essay

Right. So it's essay night again. Essay Night is more or less an event around these parts. I don't believe I've ever written a paper before the night before said paper is due, most times I end up finishing at around 5 or 6 in the morning and just heading straight to school. The process usually begins with about eight hours of channeling vital productivity into anything but writing, and today was no exception. Skipping Sociology, I came home early. I proceeded to watch a movie, go through my old CDs and rearrange the posters on my walls. See, the way I figure, last semester I had two papers due on the same morning and I left them both til the last night. One was seven pages and the other was twelve. I was up for a ridiculous amount of hours and finished the last one at around 10:30 the next morning. They were, as far as I'm concerned, two of the worst papers I've ever written and I got a B on both of them. The one tonight is a topic I think I can easily handle and it's only got to top out at around eight pages, should be a breeze. Once I start writing the night becomes a blur enhanced by a careful mixture of caffeine and alcohol, usually rum and coke. Tonight I'm going to have alternate between wine and coffee. Why wouldn't I just have worked on it this afternoon and be done by sometime this evening and be able to go to sleep for the night? I don't know, I have a disease. This is just how I operate.

"I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may."
-Tyler Durden

I shouldn't be allowed to watch Fight Club. Whenever I watch it I feel like blowing up local McDonald's restaurants and fighting random people. I really enjoy the last scene in the movie where the buildings collapse and the Pixies are playing in the background. Genius.

Audio
The Pixies
Where Is My Mind?