Life's like an old Tammy Wynette tune

Or so they say. Anyway, looks like yours truly will get to experience that staple of country and western tunes, namely dee-vorce, pretty soon. I'll spare you (nonexistent) readers the grim details, except to say that, well, it's shitty and it hurts and I need to stop being a nice person and maybe morph into a real prick. Or at least stay out of relationships with bipolar women who can't seem to grasp the basic boundaries of married life.

So I'm about to be single again, and I haven't got a fucking clue.

That's me and the dog. Dunno who he'll end up with. I'll miss him. He's certainly much more of a loyal friend than my soon-to-be-ex-wife ever was.