So, today. I spent six hours at The Best Volunteer Job I've Ever Had, then I went home and did nothing for two hours. Then I felt guilty for wasting all that time, so I went to the Alterra on Humboldt and wrote three pages of my paper. Sort of, I wrote two pages and then realized I was completely wrong, but then I wrote some more and made some notes about other things, and I'm calling it three pages, because that was my goal for the night.
And then I came home, and I was in bed by 10, and now I am still awake. Ugh.