Scene: The boyfriend and I are walking to his apartment. I'm whining about the 9 page paper.
Me: I don't want to work on it anymore. I need to work on my research.
Bf: Why don't you write 3 pages about your research and stick in the paper?
Me: Hm. Hm. Yeah! I could do that!
The next day, I end up with fourteen pages in 12 pt font. I love that man.