I'm thoroughly disgusted with Jimbo Fisher!

Les Miles has outstanding players on offense and defense. The weak link at LSU is Jimbo Fisher. How many times will he run Broussard up the middle for a loss or, at best, a gain of one yard, before he realizes that particular play is not going to work? Fisher has the offensive ingenuity of a dead fish in a frying pan.

You want an unstoppable offense? You need to find an offensive coordinator willing to unleash Russell. Fisher has nothing up his sleaves. I don't know if we can when the important games as long as Fisher is around repeatedly calling plays that don't result in scoring drives.

I have a mystery light in my SUV. The light calls itself "service engine soon." It comes and goes. The owner's manual says it does not mean that a breakdown is eminent, but that I should take the vehicle to a certified mechanic as soon as possible. This must be code for: "Mitshitbishi isn't listing the possible problems in the owner's manual because one of our local service department's wants this to be an extra special surprise. Bring lots of cash with you."

Since the light comes on at no particular time and stays on for no consistent length of time, I'm not really sure if I actually do need to service the engine soon.

Because I'm cheap and skeptical, you'll probably see me along the roadside one day soon waiting for a tow truck. I will hate you if you honk and wave at me.

Today was a total crap day from hell. I'm really trying to be better about not allowing myself to stay in a bad mood when things don't go my way. However, when I am in the midst of a fit and I think to myself, "snap out of it Lutey, let it roll off your back," I mind myself answering, "shut the f*** up!"

Let me just say, I HATE upper administration. I vomit in my mouth when I think of the slime balls in positions of power where I work. Perhaps its this way everywhere. I'd really rather not personally know about those rat bastards and the sleazy and self-serving decisions made at their levels. I really don't know how some people get away with some of the things they do.

Afer work, I was looking forward to picking up my little gems and focusing on what is really important in the world. Not to be disappointed, my little angels fought the entire way home. I actually wound up turning on the iPod, putting the earphones in and cranking the volume up to max. My ear drums may have been bleeding, but at least I didn't have to listen to the constant bickering and bitching coming from the back seat.

When we got home, I locked myself in the bedroom. I think it was best for everyone. I could not shake the ugly vibe, so I put myself in time out.

It's been so long since I've done this, I think I've forgotten how to write.