While in the library

I've been spending the last four hours of so working on my statements of purpose for grad school (by which I mean I've been getting only the pre-writing done). And I've been listening to this for almost the entire time:

Besides the trance caused by monotony and repetition, listening to this piece made me consider throwing caution in the wind and trying my hand at costume design.

But that really isn't who I am. Maybe ten years from now.