Way To Much Crappy Jazz Music

The post-exam euphoria has ended. Though I can hardly remember it at all since I only had one night of it. It's Saturday and I've been sitting in my local starbucks for the past 5 hours. The uni's wifi is down so there you go. 

I'm (attempting) to write a paper on 'Seasonal Affective Disorder' also known as winter blues. The amount of research is overwhelming and the complexity has baffled my tiny brain. 

I'm irritated - at the crappy jazz music and myself for putting this off til after the exam. Now I only have today and a small part of tomorrow to write this 3000 word paper. I have made some (probably negligible) progress and I'm tired of this little sofa and the rhythmic Brazilian bongo music playing but I can't leave.

Not until I have a decent outline anyway. There's no way of me finishing this if I return to my room. This is the rational sentence I have been repeating to myself over and over again.

  I just learnt that your frontal lobe enables you to do the right thing as opposed to the easy thing. I fear my frontal lobe is losing this battle.

Ok! I'm going to try my absolute hardest to not leave and get this done. Frontal lobe don't fail me now.