Every story has a murder

Nah I’d say it was pretty chill. Woke up at the airbnb in Harvey and waited it out until I could check in at the Brentwood Motor Inn, my destiny, my sin, my soul. If the building will have me I’ll lodge myself down his throat. I mean for this to be a positive thing.

We did the iron ore trail but not for very long, did a long loop around where the motor inn sits. The location is good and terrible. There’s a buffalo wild wings and an applebees across the street, just two things you want to look at often, good reminders of how far we’ve come and where we’re going. But anyway, the ambience when you turn your pretty head the other direction is woods. Everywhere you turn are woods and woods were on my january 2023 vision board, and if they were not they should have been.

There’s concern about the wifi. Never fast enough. Zoom connects wonderfully to my att hotspot and I have unlimited data, but are the legends true that hotspot data is never unlimited and they will slowly drain my juice to ruin? only time will tell.

For my first night I couldn’t wait for the part where you feel comfortable in bed, so I went to target and got a memory foam mattress topper. next to that they had a beige corduroy comforter, and how I currently feel about corduroy is how the eiffel tower felt about that lady who married it. I’m saying good.

Tomorrow I will continue to try to step into a normal life here. It will be one full day from start to finish in real pretend land. In Brentwood, where they make weird movies about nice poor people doing nothing. We’ll see.