Write two haiku about: the turning point.
After not being able to string two strikes together over the course of my first two games tonight, I wasn't feeling especially happy with how things were going. Then in the fourth frame of my last game I had the left corner pin remaining on my third ball. I threw it in the gutter but it bounced up enough to catch the pin anyway.
Technically, those two points shouldn't have counted. But that's a pretty rare shot and I think we can all agree that taking out the corner pin that way is much more difficult than the traditional, boring, hitting it legally style.
Anyway, I was having a rough night and I wasn't about to minus two points off the automatic scoring system. Plus everyone else wanted me to keep it.
I then proceeded to bowl five strikes in a row. I don't remember the last time I managed that. My final score was 264 (or 262 if we're being strict), which is the highest game I've bowled in recent memory.
In other news, today was also the eighth anniversary of my diagnosis as a type 1 diabetic. Which means it was Diabetes Donut Day. I had an apple fritter this year, and it was fabulous.
The struggle drags on,
Then one little lucky bounce
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If in the darkness
You hear the train whistle blow,
It's time to turn back