Something that is awesome:

Making yourself some strong tea to power through a paper at the last minute, and getting so absorbed in what you're writing that you forget to finish the tea, and then finding out twelve pages later that you still have a gulp or two left, and the bag has just been sitting in it for two and a half hours, and all the sugar has collected at the bottom; then drinking those last gulps and feeling like you can fly.

Oh my Jeebus. How delightful. After I finish these last pages I'm going to go box the first person I see on the street. Whoever it is, she's getting her ass kicked.