So after a gushing nosebleed that lasted a good half hour this morning (that Amy stopped by banging on the bottom of my feet—don’t ask me how that worked, but it did), we came back from Coeur d’Alene and then went to Shannyn’s party where I learned:

1) I can’t bowl
2) I can’t bowl even when I change my name to a) Voltaire, b) Descartes, or c) Sartre
3) Amy looks good in Gus’s shirt and vice versa