I finally started my expenses last night. My plan was to finish them today. It hasn’t happened. I am so tired and I feel empty. The thought of trying to figure out mileage is repellent to me. I am also absolutely frightened that my expenses will be rejected since they are a little higher than usual. This is stupid because I am always careful– almost too careful when it comes to spending the company’s dollar– but at this point it’s my dollar since I haven’t put in to get the money back.

Today I packed my lunch: an Activa yogurt cup, an apple and a handful of triscuits. I figured it’s time for me to stop eating shitty cart food and burritos from the little shop across the street. Within 30 minutes of eating my lunch, I was hungry again so I went into the coffee room at work and ate a handful of tootsie rolls that I found sitting on a plate. I wonder what I can include tomorrow to make it more filling of a meal? Maybe a hard-boiled egg?

A couple years ago a documentary came out on Robert Evans, The Kid Stays in the Picture. I wanted to see it but I never got around to it. Not long after it exited the theaters, I would find DVD copies for sale at different stores. Usually they were about 5.00 and I was always tempted to buy it. The other day, Robert and I passed a Hollywood Video that was going out of business. We went in to find all movies were marked down to 1.50. The Kid Stays in the Picture was sitting there on the shelf. I bought it along with Guy Madden’s The Saddest Music in the World, Fired!, Southern Belles, Kiss Me Deadly, and a Swedish movie about two escaped lunatics. Tonight I watched The Kid Stays in the Picture and it turns out 1.50 was too much to have paid. I am hoping the other movies rate better (except for Kiss Me Deadly and Saddest Music which I’ve already seen and love).

Do you think my Robert will watch Saddest Music in the World? I watched Transformers and Ghost Rider and Super Bad! I think it’s time he watches one of my movies. In this movie there is a legless beer baroness who gets prosthetic glass limbs filled with beer, a amnesiac nymphomaniac Serbian woman who talks to a telepathic tapeworm living in her bowels, and there is a contest to see which country has the saddest music– and the winner gets to throw themselves down a big slide into a huge vat filled with beer. Or something to that extent.