I am now debating whether to watch all of Bacall and Bogey's catalog, or just cherry-pick more Hammett and Chandler adaptions. There is also the question of whether to continue my catching up on post-golden age classics, which would mean i might finally see films like The Godfather, or delve deeper into nitrate obscurity, which will probably culminate in me writing a dissertation about Fritz Lang while sipping espresso and smoking unfiltered cigarettes.
Alternatively i could spend the rest of my weekends in Ontario touring Mennonite diners.
Or i could take my computer, stay at seedy motels and do it all.
It's good to be quit.