The mind slows down, consistency of molasses, honey darling. I feel clear but there is fog pervading the peripherals of my minds eye. To be forced to compose intellectually relevant thought at 2:43am is unlikely, but it's dribbling out of me none-the-less. Intellectual drool. Drone on, college student robot. Four more pages to go. William Blake baffles and awes. Procrastination should be my middle name, but alas, it is still Kristen. It's funny how you can become addicted to sound, a certain melody, that you just can't get over, no matter how many times you repeat it inside your eardrums. It's just that mind-boggling and beautiful that it touches your soul, to the point where you want to feel that sensation again and again. Genesis by Grimes is that experience for me lately. It's that celestial droning, heavenly female ambiance. Her voice sends me to a different dimension; hello there, Cosmos. The initial feeling dampens after about fifty plays, but yet you continually press play, just one more time.. (repeat). I think after awhile you just long for that initial euphoria you experience when you hear a song you absolutely and utterly love. Fish are so tranquil. All they do is float around and just be. No fishy worries, no fishy obligations, no fishy finances. To just forget everything. What a life. I want to be a fish right now, instead of a 23 year old girl who waits until the last minute to write papers. I should probably find my motivation. I've lost it.

Can you think of another thing I've lost?
(Hint: it isn't my fish.)