Personality

It would seem that Justin and Jackie merely exist to serve as foils for Nik and me. And, Nik and I exist to serve as foils for each other. Oh, foiling is certainly in the air here in Westbrook.

Jackie is passive-aggressive while Nik is passive-passive.
Justin is manic-depressive while I am manic-even more manic.

It's an odd chemistry at work in this house. That's why I'm moving to Idaho. Well, that, and the sweet, sweet free potatos.

I went home to North Yarmouth yesterday to assist father and uncle in dissecting a fallen tree and moving its mutilated carcass into the back of our new pickup truck. I wasn't actually as helpful as I was annoying, though. I basically just stood on a tree stump, took pictures, and made fun of them for being old.

And then there was bowling last night. Bowling and Rolling Rock beer. I drank 5 in about 20 minutes, and a had beer and a shot while at the bowling alley. I absolutely suck at bowling sober or inebriated, so I got a 50 and 58 on my two frames. It was delightfully white trash. As far as good news goes, I now know what people who are too young to drink do with their Saturday nights. Pedophiles would do well to frequent bowling alleys... I know where I'm spending all the rest of my free time.