"Never ascribe to malice that which can be explained by incompetence." 145, 131

O Yaweh, give me the strength of this conviction. Because earlier today I had some communication and experienced the following reaction.

Oh, I shouldn't take things personally because I have nothing to do with this.

Oh, fokken L, I do have something to do with this shite. Fook.

At first I'm like:

Then I think:

 

Then I'm all:

And I get really:

But finally, I'm like:

Scores in the title.

125, 128, 138, 106, 142

I can live with that.

That doesn't mean I won't be bitching tomorrow about how sore I am. I don't know how everybody else bowls, but it's a full body effort for me.

My left hip is suspiciously quite right now. That does not bode well.

I thought I'd tap out at 4 (which is still too many), but I preservered and hit my best in the 5th game.

I was hovering around the zone for most of the games after #1, so it was very hard to make myself stop.

Bowling: cures what ails ya. Or at least makes ya so sore you forget the other crap.