May is almost over, at least in the Central Time Zone of the United States. Thank God.

It was a horrendous month for me. No visits anywhere–not to Kansas City, certainly not to Louisiana, and not even to Buffalo Wild Wings in Salina. I only got my hair cut twice with Amber, visited Crista twice, and then had Peggy stop in Russell to meet me at Subway on the 6th. Other than that, it was a very bad month.

Maybe it was better I haven’t blogged since my trip to Louisiana. It has been that bad since the evening of April 17, when my parents and I devoured the crawfish my dad and I brought back from Baton Rouge.

May ended on another bad note, with the start of the FOURTH CONSECUTIVE NBA Finals between Golden State and Cleveland.

I hate the NBA, except when Milwaukee plays. I really hate LeBron, because he blames white people for most of society’s ills. I’m not a fan of Golden State, for duplicating the Heat and putting together the best team money can buy by prying Kevin Durant away from Oklahoma City.

The Warriors won. Good. Hopefully Golden State will sweep and we won’t have to hear about this shit any more.

I’m going to have to say a lot of prayers for the Capitals. The last thing I want is for the Stanley Cup to be in a teeming shithole like Las Vegas.

The Brewers are in first place and many MLB teams I despise are having bad years. At least that’s something.

The world’s worst blogger is not dead. Any of you who thought I was, that’s okay, I understand. I didn’t give you any reason to think I was alive.