Weekend Report

Did not get much rest last night. Just before going to bed, Andrew discovered he couldn't find our copy of the most recent restoration of Metropolis -- I told him to hold off until the next day and I'd help him search again before we took the step of buying a replacement copy. He agreed but was so restless I got up and we searched -- I eventually found it, and he was happy, but the relief caused his mood to escalate and he couldn't sleep because of racing thoughts. I gave him an ativan -- at this point I can't recall if this was the first or second ativan of the night; I know there were two panic attacks, anyway. Then during the middle of the night he fell out of bed and bruised himself and for a while I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get him up off the floor. Gave him percoset. When I fell asleep I had exhausting dreams in which I was part of a group of people, led by Samuel L. Jackson, who were trying to evacuate a giant, futuristic hotel before some disaster befell it. There may also have been intelligent dinosaurs.

Anyway we're now watching Metropolis. Fritz Rasp is playing essentially the same character he would later do in Woman in the Moon; his ability to look like a shark with legs is amazing.