Yesterday I decided, to heck with pinching pennies due to continuing unemployment, I need to treat myself to a movie. I took off for the biggest screen I could find and watched Grindhouse, the Quinten Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez double bill. Loved it! Gory, cheesy fun.
As a writer (indeed, as a creative person), I think it's good to treat yourself to something fun and stimulating on a regular basis. Julia Cameron calls them artist dates in her book, The Artist's Way, and I believe in them. It's like you need to refill your creative gas tanks in order to keep running. After the movie I finished chapter 2 of my new book, The 25 Demons You Meet In Hell, so I know it worked for me.
And anyway, if you have to be unemployed, you might as well enjoy the free time.