Today turned absolutely hellish just after noon. Absolutely hellish, and it is the surest sign I have received that it is time for me to end my life.

I got a call from Jack Krier bitching me out on the lack of local sports coverage in the Russell County News. He has a point, but what the heck has been going on the last two weeks besides teams practicing? Who wants to read about practice? Practice is boring. Practice is routine. That’s why I love college sports–practices are closed to the media, and besides, the sports information office provides the media with everything they need to know. Same thing with professional sports. High school coaches are jerks a lot of the time anyway, and the new football coach at Russell High School and one of his assistants cannot stand me.

I’ve decided I’ve had enough shit in my life. It’s time to go in another direction, and if that means ending my life completely, SO BE IT. I have had it with driving on two-lane highways with no shoulders, trying to dodge deer, hitting coyotes and damaging my car, going into sweatbox gyms in tiny towns where half the people there can’t stand me and the other half don’t care I’m there. Yeah I’m really going to be missing a hell of a lot.