I know myself so well. This morningI was having difficulty forcing myself to write my Songwriting paper (The Evolution of the Rift Between Pop Music and Musical Theatre. Why do I do these things to myself?), so I finally cracked and kidnapped Carmen and went out to lunch. She asked to go to the DVD rental next door, so I tagged along. I knew I wasn't going to rent anything (because of said paper), but I browsed anyway. Fortunately for my sense of self-control, every movie I saw that looked like something I'd like to watch had been checked out already. But when Carmen showed me her selections, they looked fun, and I told her that if I was far enough on my paper later this evening, I'd join her in a studybreak and watch one. Then, as she was checking out, another girl came in and returned a copy of Edward Scissorhands. An omen! I promised myself that I wouldn't watch it until I'd written 5 pages (the minimum), at least. So now I have motivation! Johnny calls to me! And once I have written at least 5 pages, I will answer!

Mmm, Johnny. *goes back to work*