Sunday, June 04, 2006
Working out with Jordan, again
Dear Marc, I'm sweating as I type.
Don't worry, it's not about you or fashion or anything of the kind. I'm sweating because I'm the worst bookkeeper in the world. I'm writing invoices for various articles I've written, and I can't find the receipt detailing my expenses for that DVD-training piece I wrote. As of now, I've paid more than $100 to work out with Jordan in my own basement.
I've found all kinds of other receipts. I just browsed the receipt covering our shots before going to India, protecting us from all kinds of disagreeable souvenirs.
I also came across that valuable receipt showcasing my incredible find of two pairs of Marc Jacobs boots, 70% off.
See? That piece of paper still makes me happy.
But working out with Jordan? No. There is no visible sign I ever paid to do that.
On the upside, the hunt for the receipt has made me sweat more profusely than the entire workout did to begin with.
Always something. What did you lose today?
I'm losing my mind.