Every story has a murder

Pretty soon I’m going to make a list of every single thing I’ll bring with me to the motel in marquette. My mother loves things, and I take after her in this way. But alas, I drive the world’s tiniest prius and scant few items can come along.

Today I had to see all my clients in my mom’s room because my sister’s kids were over in the front part of the house and they make a racket. I dyed my hair blue and tried out a glittery pink eyeshadow. I don’t know what the point of this putting makeup on my face phase is or how long it’s going to last but in the business of doing whatever I want, this behavior currently qualifies.

The party was weird. it’s a personal preference that I don’t like having a semi circle of people staring at one another in the room. I got everyone to play a few rounds of a game I like called Murder Town. I made connections with a few people and smiled pleasantly at the others. Mostly I am looking forward to getting back up north.