Several hours were spent doing productive things. Reading Lucy by Jamaica Kincaid, for instance. Writing my paper for English is another example. I should have done these things days ago, but procrastination gives a sense of urgency. There are fewer choices when time is short, and the stress of this is somehow less than the stress of unbounded decisions.
A bad decision: having lunch at La Vaca. That brought me uncomfortably close to death.
I think I'll leave the paper alone for a couple of hours and go to Dante's now.