Seeing as the next 48-96 hours will require significant degree of effective distraction (resulting from an unique accumulation of death-inducing circumstances), here's a compilation of the few remaining stimuli for me to partake in:

• Hang out at the Unoppressive Non-Imperialist Bargain Bookstore
• Finally contact people I used to be friends with, i.e. Zach Budgor, Libby Matthewson, Tyler Wilson, Engin the Turkish man, etc.
• Drag myself to see "The Edge of the World" and/or "White Material at IFC Center
• Similarly, drag myself to see "On the Bowery" at Film Forum
• Put more concerted effort than usual into formulating a topic proposal for my American Cinema final essay (send to Paulina by Wednesday)
• Watch something from the pile of dejected Netflix movies on my desk and/or something legitimately enticing from my queue
• Finally, utilizing this uniquely depression-induced momentum, get myself to visit the Shambhala Meditation Center on W 22nd St. for a meditation workshop
• Immerse myself in studying for my Quantitative Reasoning midterm, once I can safely fathom conditional probability and other related topics as a weepy, weak, and dejected gatekeeper