Every story has a murder

Did not blog during my last couple of days in Waterford because what is there to say. I’m Hamlet: I went home, I solved a murder, and now I’m back at school, which is how that play ends.

We did the drive back up to Marquette, again, each time more magical than the last, although I felt pretty at sea. I’m struggling to remember why I thought it was a good idea to live in a motel in the upper peninsula. I was going through a break up with a great guy, maybe you know him, nothing to say other than it’s hard to make things work. I think I thought that we needed some distance, but did we need 500 miles? I’ll have to change the name of the blog. To what. Molly Does Nothing Worth Writing Home About. Truly, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m impulsive.

Was telling my friend Justin how my date was a failure. He said, (I think in earnest) “But did you tell him about living in a motel with your dog?” I did! And I don’t know if that’s the selling point he thinks it is.

I’ve been without my own home since mid October and I’m feeling pretty over it. I am a grown ass adult, despite how it looks, and pardon me, I long for a linen closet. I had been entertaining some hippy ideas, traveling cross country in my prius for a few months, working on the road, getting into adventures, but I just don’t think my dog is up for it. She whined softly for long stretches of the drive this time up, which, Jesus Christ. You’d think I was taking her to the camps. I could be a better mother to her. I’m not like a regular dog mom, I’m a cool dog mom. But maybe I need to stop being her friend and start being a parent! And what does a parent do but rearrange their whole life to keep some bitch happy.

Lastly, I hit up an AA meeting earlier this evening. (I don’t really believe in the anonymous part. How does that square with “you’re as sick as your secrets?”) I want to add the caveat that I’m not drinking or thinking about drinking, but there are other ways to jeopardize your sobriety and I’ll just leave it at that.

It was an adorable group. They meet at the mall! Nestled right there between the buffalo wild wings and applebees on US 41. A lot of grizzled men who talked sincerely of friendship and found a way to bring up the Lions/Packers rivalry more than once. I stared at one guy’s hands for most of the hour. Forgive me, I have sinned. They were covered in oil.