Mary rented a bunch of movies on Friday, so we spent a good portion of the weekend watching them. We saw Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, which needs no further explanation; Ladies In Lavender, featuring Maggie Smith and Judi Dench, which was quite a nice story that most of you would enjoy, about two spinsters in prewar England who find a man washed up on the shore outside their home, who turns out to be a Polish violin virtuoso; Lemony Snicket's A Series Of Unfortunate Events, which I slept through; and The Gospel, a very fine movie about a rap star who comes home to Atlanta and learns that his father, the pastor of a congregation, has fallen ill and doesn't have much time to live, and what he goes through when a guy that he knew took over. The story was reasonably good (a sort of re-telling of the story of the Prodigal Son), and the music was utterly incredible.
We spent a lot of the rest of our free time sitting at Starbucks, drinking coffee and generally avoiding going home. The weekend was pretty miserable, but it was either get out or spend a lot of time at home, and neither of us wanted to do that. I did get the Dean Martin album that they've been hawking and which has been sold out at our shop for the past week. I was also tempted to get the Isley Brothers album that they're selling, although the only song on it that I really care about is For The Love Of You, and I have that one already (as well as the cover by Candy Dulfer. You know who I think would do a great version of that? Swing Out Sister).
I have a week of database maintenance coming up. If I can keep nose to grindstone, I can finish most of it in the next couple of weeks. Lately that's been a big if, although I'm finding it easier to focus with the bupropion and all of the other supplements I've been taking.
As for my writing, I'm having a hard time coming up with ideas, which is about par for the course. My greatest fear is that I'm censoring my own ideas simply because I don't really want to go in the directions that they want to take me in. I can't tell if it's because I don't want to offend anyone or because I feel like all of the good ideas have already been taken and that I have nothing new to say about them. It's like Joel Saltzman says in his book, If You Can Talk, You Can Write (which I've recommended to any number of people, even though I have an almost impossible time following the advice): Perfectionism leads to paralysis, which leads to procrastination. In other words, if I can't do it perfectly, I'm not doing it. Oh, am I my mother's son.
I am determined to make it to bed tonight. The good news is that I'm pretty much sleeping through the night and not having to get up a half dozen times to go to the bathroom. The bad news is that, when I fall asleep sitting up, I'm there until morning.
Anyway, there are miles to go before I sleep. To quote Dave Allen, good night, and may your God go with you.