I go through phases of short-lived motivation where I try to do something productive. It's usually vain in nature - working out, whitening my teeth, something like that. Of course, I always give up after a while because I always fall back into this mindset of "what's the point of doing anything?" It's as if deep down I know nothing I do matters and won't be seen by anyone other than maybe 3 people so there's just no incentive. As far as keeping any kind of timetable or having a daily structure, I gave up on that years ago. I think on some level it might be beneficial, but the lazy, misanthropic side of me always wins. I do the bare minimum to keep myself reasonably sane and healthy, and beyond that I don't care.