The movie theater at the Mall of America is independently run.  So they must be the only theater complex in the state that has, as a regular size, a gigantic tub of popcorn.  I wish I had taken a picture of it because it is fucking huge.  Ungodly.

But that didn't stop me from eating it all while catching up with the latest Harry Potter film tonight.  (Aside: A mainstream movie given the freedom to become a road film.  If you haven't seen it yet, think the epic scope of Lawrence of Arabia combined with the contemplative silences of Céline and Julie Go Boating.  Seriously.  It's refreshing to finally see a film in this series grown-up.  It's way past that, actually; it's ambitious in reach, impressionistic in many places [there's an animated sequence], and very dark, especially towards the end.  It is a bit long.  And I feel like many of the throwaway lines would elicit laughs from those who read the book.  In fact, this seems like a film for those devotees.  Warner Bros. finally knows that a Harry Potter film will make millions, so director David Yates got the green light to do what's right for the adaptation.  And if it seems faithful to the hardcore readers, I don't mind that one bit.)  This despite the fact that I had lunch before going to "work" at the U.

Meanwhile, I went to the Target this afternoon to get Grandmother's medicine.  I remember a few days ago I should stock up on deli meats.  Then, I looked inside the refrigerator and decided I could hold off on the deli meats.  Well, I probably forgot that second thought because I bought them.  And even though I laid them in my room to thaw (I also bought baking soda, and I thought the baking soda was the only thing in the bag), as soon as I got home I made myself a sandwich.  This despite the facts that I had this big-ass tub of popcorn and I had hot chocolate, too.

I should have saved that sandwich for some other time, a time when I didn't have dinner.  Instead, tonight I had dinner, then a late-night beverage, then a midnight snack.  No wonder why I'm fat.  It's always been boom or bust for me when it comes to going out.  When I stay home in the evening, I usually don't have anything after dinner.  But when I go out, man, I hoover everything on my way around town, then get home and eat some more.  It's a paradox, really, one I should stop.