I've got a 1500 word Nietzsche essay to write, but i'd rather work on my 300-page novel.
I'm twenty with a whole future in front of me, but I'm dreaming of retiring to photography and peace.

Hmmm. There are too many pictures on this baby, I'm going on a photo-fast (foto-fast? Photo-Phast?). Till they all disappear.

I think I've got an eating disorder. I can't keep my teeth to myself.

It's possible to get a cramp in your brain. as in a physical cramp. I swear, organ or not, mine's protesting.