I’m gonna level with you guys: our latest motel creeps me out. Yesterday was fun, everybody got to take it easy, but now the dudes are gone and I’m here alone, hoping not to get murdered.
Here’s a little play I wrote while showering this morning:
GUY WITH KNIFE enters bathroom.
BETH (to self): Crap.
GUY WITH KNIFE pulls back curtain, knife poised.
BETH: Oh my god, really?
GUY WITH KNIFE: Really.
PSYCHO theme plays as slaying occurs.
But anyway, like I said, yesterday we were all alive, and it was a good time.
Forty more minutes before I split this joint. Till tomorrow, hopefully —