So, I folded something like 10 loads of laundry today - something stupid, it was swallowing the guest room - and put in 20 minutes on thesis stuff (it would have been longer, but I was overcome with a wave of sleepy. Seriously. I went and faceplanted for an hour) and 15 minutes on reading for the fall (the idea being that if I try to put in 15 minutes on each a day, it'll be easier to put in more, and maybe I'll finally start getting stuff done instead of just stomping around saying I need to work on my thesis. Motivation has not been my friend lately.) I talked to a friend I hadn't talked to in awhile and made tacos for dinner. I'll count this as a productive day. :)