4:00pm: Wallow in self pity.
4:30pm: Stare into the abyss.
5:00pm: Solve world hunger. Tell no one.
6:30pm: Dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again.
7:00pm: Wrestle with self loathing.
I’m booked! Of course, I’ll probably still have time to lie on my bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. If I bump the loathing to 9.