Last night, faced with the prospect of waking up to day two of this shit, I couldn’t sleep. So I looked through an old Maltin guide with my handy new notebook and wrote down a bunch of movies to watch. It might not be good the same calming activities I could do at twelve work about the same at thirty-eight. I actually read one of the guides cover to cover once. Probably something in the early 1990s; I wanted a familiarity, even though I wasn’t going to remember details.