Fight

Did you know taking out your frustration by trying to knock down wooden pins by throwing 15 pounds of composite, spherical material at them really isn't that great of an idea. Bowling doesn't run well on anger, at least for me. I ended up slapping the ball against the backdrop with a loud thud, but, well, bowling miserably. Add it to the list:

I bowled a forty-two tonight (how unbelievably lousy, right?)
I also got really frustrated by my leg hair today (pinch, pinch, pinch). Why does there need to be hair there?
My fiancee was exhausted, and had no energy to talk when we finished bowling with our friends.
I have the biggest pimple in my personal history with pimples. Great.
My knees ache, as do my shoulders, and fingers.
I am too tired to write anything good for this stupid project I just signed myself up for several nights ago.

AAAARGH!!!!!

[well.........I never published something like that before]

I wish I had an encouraging Bible verse to pull out. I wish God gave me a word, for myself, and for all you folk. I wish I had more energy. I wish I was really wise, and holy, and on top of life. But I'm not.

But I'm not giving up. This is a war cry. Lonely, empty, weak, but full of fight anyway.