I live in a tiny one room apartment. I visited my landlord today about the prospect of adding a room to my crummy place. I want to have a home theater, as my town no longer has the services of a cinema. I could charge admission to see the best movies out. Of course I could also make a killing on concessions. For that, I would need a drink fountain and home theater popcorn machines all around.

Last summer, I was planning to go on a trip to Las Vegas. I ended up in the hospital, so needless to say I never got to go. I now have to decide where to go with my free tickets. I was thinking about Branson, Missouri. I would like to see some of those old time shows, plus the lack of gaming will keep my bankroll full, meaning I might actually come home from a vacation with some cash.

Tonight is the night I have to go down to participate in the bowling league with my friends. It is the one time of the week I get to go out and have some social interaction beyond this blog, so you better wish me luck! This is the first week of participation, so I have to establish a solid average. I will probably have a exceptional week and get a high average I can’t match again. That’s usually how it works out for old Ken, the man with no luck or foot.

When I lost my foot last year, I thought it’d be quite a trick if I could come back to bowl with my problem. I have, and it really wasn’t that big of a deal. You can’t say the same for this guy who has a very unusual style. Just take a look for yourself:

I decided it would be a nice gesture if I offered to take my crippled sister to the baseball game this weekend as the Devil Rays take on the Rangers. She isn’t really crippled permanently, she just had surgery on her arm. I told her welcome to my world, as I have had over 19 surgeries in my day to alleviate cancer and symptoms of gangrene.