Write two haiku about: wounds.
Had a pretty up and down night at bowling. As in my first game was up, and then things went down. But at least my first game was more up than my last game was down, so my average on the season ticked up a point.
Oh, the prompt? There were several pin tangles tonight that I had to go to the back to fix - I even caused one myself. It's pretty awkward behind the scenes (it's really a bad fall just waiting to happen) and I managed to ding myself up twice. The first time I caught my shin on one of the bars as I was stepping down to untangle things, the second time I lost my balance and threw my left hand up to catch myself.
All I ended up catching was the back of my hand on a corner of something hard. Well, and my balance I guess, since I didn't actually fall down.
Hopefully not too sore tomorrow from all the fun.
In other news: since I'm not getting around to emailing him tonight, I'm using this space to direct Greg's attention over here.
Though there is no blood
staining my clothes, my heart is
wounded all the same.
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litter my psyche; Doctor
Fraud was a bad choice.