I've been to the restroom about thirteen times in the past three and a half hours. Why? I'm writing a paper, that's why. (The Murphy in me would like to add "and I'm on a deadline" to the sentence above.)
When I sit down to write a paper, I mostly drink water and cogitate. Even when not much cogitating happens, I still drink. Drink, think, drink, think, drink some more. I believe the water has begun to start shooting straight through me, as it no longer has any color. My kidneys love when I have essays, and my bladder loudly disagrees. But my discourse on the book of Job calls, and I must go. Glug, glug.