(American Horror Story: It gets better and better.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served beef and egg rolls for dinner. The meal was OK. Nothing to write home about.
But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles without a single complaint. I'm wonderful that way.
I watched American Horror Story Asylum. The episode featured Ian McShane as a psychotic Santa. Jessica Lange impaled him through the neck with a letter opener. There was lots of blood.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Our Father on bended knees. Kneeling symbolizes submission to God's will. It's important for a man to know his place in the universe.
I fell asleep at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. I drank coffee and read the newspaper. I have a subscription to the Korea Times.
Lionel Messi scored 90 goals. I guess that's a big deal. He plays for a club called Barca. I'm an American who doesn't know squat about soccer. Forgive me.
The Five discussed the murders in Connecticut. The panel thinks there should be an armed cop in every school. I don't have an opinion. I'm far too stupid.
I drove Jim to school. I own a Santa Fe. It has a diesel engine.
We listened to Sweet Caroline on the radio. What an entertaining song. If Hitler had met Neil Diamond back in the day, the Holocaust would've never happened.
It's currently 6:20 p.m. I'm planning a Lord of the Rings marathon. But I don't know if I can stay up until two in the morning.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. God bless.