The gang is back. Big dinner. M has a migraine, which she occasionally gets. She thinks she’s coming down with something. It started hurting on the way back, through Oklahoma. Oklahoma would give anyone a headache. It seems that gasoline fumes mixed in with tobacco smoke is the Official State Odor there.
On the plus side, the shows they did went well. They got some good reviews in the teeny tiny college papers that they have up there in Fayetteville and Ardmore (is that right? yes). I’m envious, as my performances in my school plays got me no mention at all.
M is gonna fix me up with a cutie boy that she knows. She says he’s cute. We’ll see.
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