Went out with a big group of friend and had a heck of a time.

We went bowling and I slipped and fell into a lane. Oh, it was not a pretty sight.

Birds chirping outside my window... And my roomie's occasional snore.


It's way past my bedtime.

26 March 2001


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"Insanity: a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world." (R.D. Lang)

I'm a fan of big words. The more syllables a word has, the more I like it. I'm known in some circles of friends as being a guy that can take a simple statement and turn it into something complex. So when I went to use big words to describe a fence at a softball field Sunday, it scared me when nothing came out of my mouth.

I tried to speak several times. I saw what I wanted to say floating in my head, but each time I opened my mouth only silence and frustration followed. Finally, I gave up and was able to speak using simple words without a problem... left to wonder what short-circuited in my brain to prevent my mind and my mouth from working together.

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Mondays are bowling days for Jonathan, Nate and I. We make every effort to head down to the local alley for some Lebowski-style fun. This Monday, we sat down at lane 4 and started rolling. The only thing was... when I looked down at the score sheet to score the first frame, I completely drew a blank.

It'd only been a week since I had scored a game of bowling, yet I looked down at the sheet like I'd never seen anything like it before. I got nervous. I broke a sweat, even. For the life of me, I didn't know what to write down. I looked over at another lane's score sheet, but their scoring system didn't make sense and, besides, their handwriting was too lousy to read well.

I finally broke down and asked Jonathan to score the frame. I left the lane to find one of the alley's "how to" guides to scoring. Of course, it only took one look at the guide before I made like a Celion Dion song and "it all came back to me now."

I returned to our lane to lament about my recent cerebral misfortune and to try to figure out what on Earth was wrong with me. I found no answers, but I did bowl a 124 -- almost twice my pitiful average.

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So what is it that's misfiring in my brain? Why do I feel like I'm walking around in some sort of a cloud. Zoe suggests that it's the full moon. Amanda suggests that it could be the sudden change in weather here. I'm leaning towards a simple case of insanity. Well, either that or a tumor. If it's the latter, my only request is that it be a really cool tumor... You know, I could make like John Travolta in "Phenomenon" and do cool tricks with my mind. If you've gotta die early, that would be one helluva way to go out, eh?

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