I slept almost 11 hours last night and this morning. I used the CPAP the whole time, too, getting up briefly at 4 a.m. to use the restroom. Before I used the CPAP, I would still be awake at 4 a.m. from the previous night.

I did not go to Hays to watch day two of the Mid-Continent League volleyball tournament. Candace Rachel, the editor of the Plainville Times, texted me that it was nice in the TMP fieldhouse, but I told her I didn’t care. I had no use for volleyball today. I had no reason to drive to Hays and make myself feel bad, which is what would have happen. I did just fine here in Russell without wasting gas and bringing anyone else down.

I’m 100 percent certain TMP’s coach was not happy with me being there Thursday. She has this look of fear on her face every time I show up to one of her team’s matches. She had it last month, she had it Thursday, and she’d have it again if I were there today, and no doubt it will show up next Saturday if I go to the sub-state in Lakin.

Once again, volleyball is causing me all kinds of stress. It did in Baton Rouge, especially between Brenda LeBlanc’s players and their families at St. Joseph’s Academy. It’s manifesting itself again, like it has frequently during the last 11 years.

Today was a good day to stay home. It’s too freaking hot for mid-October. Tomorrow and Monday are supposed to be worse. God I hate hot weather. Absolutely hate it! I’m sick and tired of people who bitch about cold. Sorry, you can put on extra clothes for the cold. If it’s hot, you can’t go out naked.

I deactivated my Instagram and Facebook accounts so no people can reach me there. I briefly got back on Facebook last weekend, but yesterday, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to shut down.

I’m about to stop watching college football. Why fucking bother when Alabama just beats the piss out of everyone? It’s sickening.