Time To Roll
I was going to write some political entry since I haven't done that in awhile. But I have neither the attention span nor the vigor to write a fire-and-brimstone rant. I feel wiped out and I figured out what my best medicine could be: the feel of the smooth orb in my hands and the squeeky wood beneath my feet, with the clanging pins ringing in my ears.
In the words of a man greater than I, "Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling."