(Alcatraz: I like Sam Neill.)
Yesterday, Jim didn't go to school. He's on vacation. He won't return until March.
I walked five miles to my favorite restaurant. I ate three pieces of pumpkin pie. I washed them down with hot coffee. The experience was heavenly. I'm a big fan of pumpkin pie.
I was too angry to blog.
My eldest son recently went to a party. He won a contest. His reward? Two heads of cabbage. No kidding. Meanwhile, the other children were treated to chocolate and potato chips.
I got pissed off. What the heck is an eleven-year-old boy going to do with cabbage? I was quite confused.
The Dragon Lady gave Jim's prize to our neighbor. The neighbor was thankful. She'll use it to make kimchi. All's well that ends well, I suppose.
I've decided to put the sour experience behind me. Anger is a cancer. It'll eat you alive. Forgiveness is much healthier.
I walked back to my Soviet-style concrete tenement. I watched a show called Alcatraz. The series features Sam Neill. I like Sam Neill.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I refuse to babble like a pagan.
I fell asleep at 9 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 4:30 a.m. I'm currently enjoying Fox News and drinking coffee.
Wayne LaPierre--the head of the NRA--wants an armed guard in every school. He blames the Newton Massacre on video games and television. Others blame the occurrence on lax gun laws. I have no answers.
It's Saturday. I shall walk ten miles.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.