It was not a very pleasant bus ride this morning. This woman smelling of stale cigarette smoke and cheap shampoo and perfume sat down beside me. Movement from her part wafted her aroma over to me. *gag*

Last night, Mr. Nick and I went bowling on a whim. I was happy that he suggested something to do that was a little out of our usual realm, so I agreed to go. But at the same time, I was feeling so tired and drained and would have appreciated some veg time. But if I think about that, I need to veg alone. It’s been a busy week, and my VHS tapes are piling up!

I hurt myself after I threw the first ball in the first frame of our first game!! I don’t know what I did, but I thought I hurt only my wrist until the pain shot up from my wrist up my forearm to my elbow! I just kept massaging my arm between throws. I knew that continuing was probably the worst thing for me to do, but we already paid, and it would have been too dramatic to ask Mr. Nick to bowl for the both of us for both games.

Mr. Nick got progressively better throughout the night, and I think I got worse…until about the 5th frame of the last game. By then, I had lost a lot of steam and was peeved about my injury (and that Mr. Nick was beating me. BWAHAHAHA) I got 4 strikes in a row! And then Mr. Nick thought it was his turn, so he bowled. He ended up getting a strike – for me!! BWAHAHAA I doubled my score as a result of the last 5 frames. BWAHAHAA So I came up from behind and won. He came up from behind and won the last game, too, but it wasn't as dramatic.