I have completed the paper.

After saving the final copy of my research paper in preparation for printing tomorrow morning, I felt my concentration rushing out of me. I am now a minor expert on Dmitri Shostakovich up to World War II. I savor the taste of victory.

In case you're wondering, this particular victory metaphorically tastes like cookie dough ice cream, which I supplemented by ACTUALLY indulging in cookie dough ice cream. I have manifested my desires and acted on them. Nietzsche would be proud (Der Wille zur Ice Cream).

Now, to bed.