(Kelsey Grammer in Boss.)
Yesterday was Jughead's birthday. He's five-years-old. We celebrated at Burger King. The dinner was nice.
I yelled at my eldest son. I hate his smart-phone. He brings it everywhere like some strange demonic girlfriend.
Jim's love for technology is creepy. The boy's a crackhead. Plain and simple.
We drove back to our Soviet-style concrete tenement. I took a hot shower. It felt wonderful. Then I watched Boss with Kelsey Grammer.
I prayed to the Christ God. No big surprise. Who else should I worship? Obama? Thanks but no thanks.
My favorite website is Zerohedge. It's filled with idolaters. They bow to the golden calf.
Me? I never caught gold fever. Perhaps I'm a retard.
I fell asleep at 9 p.m. I had a dream about enjoying a Marlboro. I'm a reformed smoker. But I still crave the junk from time to time.
I woke up at 6 a.m. I'm currently drinking coffee and watching Cavutu.
A crazy gunman stormed a school in Connecticut. Twenty-seven people--mostly young children--were murdered in cold blood. I'm not surprised. Spree killing is becoming more frequent.
It's Saturday. I shall walk ten miles even though it's raining. Exercise is great stress relief.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. God bless.