Watching Quarantino movies. Next I'll be drinking extra pulp orange juice while reading fiction, then might walk the neighbor's dog, Django, down by the reservoir. I hate to see him chained on Jackie Brown's porch. It is somewhat inglorious, but what else is there to do while the "bastards that be" try and make us death proof. If I was a politician, I would kill bills instead of writing new ones, I must hate 8 out of every 10 bills they make nowadays. Next thing you know, you will have to wash your hands for 2 minutes before an attendant watching you on camera, remotely unlocks the door of the bathroom to let you out.
