Your dedication to such a Herculean task is admirable, but this kind of disturbs me:

And now I am free. Free to watch whatever the fuck I want.

Did you sign a blood contract to get the dvds? I agree that sometimes you should finish what you started if it holds interest, but when that conflicts with doing things you actually want to do, why not throw it on the ground and walk away with satisfaction? I mean, is this comparable to running a marathon? Throwing your hands up in triumph for tackling something agonizing yet masochistically rewarding on some primal level? I'm just trying to grasp the idea of feeling trapped.

Then again, what the fuck do I know. I've read the Wheel of Time.