There's nothing quite like finishing an essay, closing all the research tabs you had open, and then pouring yourself a bowl of cornflakes and relaxing.
It's a lot like coming home through the cold from a day of classes or work, then sitting down and pouring yourself a bowl of cornflakes and relaxing-- which reminds me of the feeling of finishing a load of laundry, pouring yourself a bowl of cornflakes, and relaxing.
At the moment, I have 14 (mostly empty) boxes of cornflakes adorning my desk and shelf. For special occasions, however, like finishing the last essay of term, which I happened to just do, I have something special like sushi, which certainly tastes a lot more interesting than cornflakes. I'm breaking out the chopsticks as we speak.