Once Bill Murray read Anderson and Wilson’s screenplay, he wanted to be in the movie so badly that he considered appearing in it for free. Murray ended up working on Rushmore at scale with the Screen Actors Guild day rate minimum for smaller indie film projects. Anderson estimated that Murray made about $9000 for his work on Rushmore.
So, I’m laying in bed last night desperately trying to go back to sleep. You know how you start to feel like it’s happening? Your mind slows down and you feel like you’re melting into your bed. It was a glorious 30 seconds, then my scumbag brain started up. Not with the usual bunch of worries, nope. I heard in my mind clear as day, as if it were being said directly into my ear at that moment, “Welcome to Carcosa. Come die with me”. Then I pictured the pile of old kid’s clothes in the cave and that was it, up for another 1/2 hour.
Yesterday was such a ridiculous ball of crap. I spent the entire day working on the project that I had 3 months to prepare for. I tried to build a website but failed miserably so I made it a blog. All I ate was a piece of toast with peanut butter and banana on top. I drank very little water then had 2 beers when Eric got home so I could chill out and power through the final bit of work. By the time I finished it all my neck and ears were blood red and I was so amped up I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t sleep and the sleep I did get was terrible. I was up and down, full of anxiety. I woke up at 3:30 and was up until 5am, then back to sleep and up at 7:30. Wound up. I don’t know why I always do that to myself?!? I’m too anxious of a person to put myself in that situation. And this is also why I never tried coke.
With 12 minutes to spare my final project is officially complete. Goodness gracious I’m a fucking idiot.