Last night, at a friend's house for a poker game, I laughed my way through The Book for People Who Do Too Much.
I highly recommend it, if only for the picture of the sloth.
Apparently, the book infected my subconscious because today I sent a long-winded rant to my supervising professor about how I could do some research over the summer but there would be no paper started 'til fall. The research project had been hanging over my head in every spare moment I've found so far this summer.
Prof Research's Reply:
That's fine (I had thought that was the original plan anyways!). Enjoy
Go Sloths! I didn't even need to be feeling guilty about my lack of effort. How excellent is that?