November 27, 2005
Efficiency is not your friend. At least not when you have an entire day to fill and you are depressed. In the three hours since I’ve been up I have:
Now what? I’ve got 12, maybe 13, hours to kill before I can reasonably go to bed. Maybe a movie, that’d kill 2 or 3 hours. More if I picked a theater that was farther away. I went window shopping at the book store last evening. I could repeat that at the electronics store today.
At least tomorrow I’ve got 9 or 10 hours of work to fill the time.