I have regularly made it to the corner market for toilet paper, toothpaste and Tylenol. Other than that, I am holed up. Local droogs keep showing with the proper supplies to keep it all going (I am the only adult in the neighborhood who doesn't live with parents).
Consequently, I have been downloading public domain films like a coked-up librarian. And they have been properly assuaging my fried synaptic cells during this month-long-string of mornings after.
Today I learned how to escape a desert island inhabited by carpet-covered killer collies with plastic fangs: