So far this week, my acts of thesis procrastination have included listening to This American Life, doing some laundry, baking a cake, and composing a list of things I've done instead of working.

If I were to write five pages a day (that is, of a final, ready to hand in draft, as opposed to the pile of disconnected and isolated notes, false starts and false conclusions, and general philosophical ephemera I've so far produced) I could knock this off in a week.