10/31

I never thought I'd spend a Halloween like this.

So I thought we'd have to go to Vermont to knock E.F. off the list, but it turns out he lived in a little town called Vermount, North Carolina, only about 2 hours away from Camden County. He works at a glue factory (I honestly didn't know they still had those, don't machines have most of the factory jobs these days?). It wasn't just E.F. who did me wrong a couple years ago, the list spans from #3-#9 with everyone who was a part of it. But as I speak R.T. is driving us to Vermount, to check GlueBoy off the list. But the mission isn't really what I want to talk about in this post.

M.D. has been acting strange. Well, stranger than I normally find her acting. She's...chatty. And that's the first time in my entire life I've been able to say that. She only really talks to me, and when she does it's about research she's done on spiders, which creeps me the hell out because she knows I've been araconophobic since that Daddy Long Leg fell on me in the shower when I was ten. But when we're in the car on our way to missions, she's like a regular chatterbox. I can't shut her up. She loves D.T. for some reason, maybe because she always gives her free donuts. I tell her it's not good for her to be eating all those donuts, but she says it's nice to get out of the house. She's even talking to R.T. now, more so than me as we speak!

Am I crazy for being jealous that my sister is more comfortable than the ragtag crew I associate myself with? I don't know. I wish I made this available for people to see rather than just when I get drunk and look back and read these and mine them for spelling errors. R.T. and D.T. seem to enjoy her. She's wonderful. I guess I just wish I could've had more of this version of my sister when we were growing up.

I don't know. We're almost at Vermount now. Things are gonna get sticky (buh dun tss).

-P