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.