I met with my thesis adviser on Wednesday. After telling her a little bit about my life right now, she told me this: When a mouse is confronted by a cat, it desperately wants to either run away or attack the cat. These are the only two options that make sense. However, the urge to do
both is so powerful that instead of doing either, the mouse sits down and washes its face.
My thesis adviser is a very wise person.

So yesterday I did exactly three.5 productive things:
I wrote three pages for a paper and finished preparing figures for said paper
(0.5 item) I turned in the paper
I reserved my cap and gown for graduation (HOLY SHIT I'M GRADUATING AAAAAH)
I embarked on my quest for movie enrichment, starting with Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away.