(McDonald's: Sometimes you got to do it.)
Yesterday, I walked ten miles. Walking is my hobby. The rice paddies aren't beautiful. But they're quiet. I get a lot of thinking done.
The family and I attended Jim's variety show. My eldest son's performance as a game show host was absolutely marvelous. He smoked the other children. No kidding. Jim dominated the entire event.
We went to McDonald's. I had a Quarter-pounder and fries while the Children of the Rice enjoyed chicken McNuggets. The Dragon Lady doesn't eat that fast food crap.
My wife and I got into a fight. She was taking too long at the supermarket. I lost my patience.
I said, "What the heck are you doing? Can we leave before Christmas, or should I set up a tent?"
She said, "You shut da mouth. If you touch da food, I bleaking your finger."
Fighting in public sucks. I get paranoid. As a white man married to a local, I kind of stick out. I should just relax. Husbands and wives bicker. It's all very natural.
We drove back to our Soviet-style concrete tenement. I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I kneel because it symbolizes submission.
I fell asleep at 8 p.m. I had a horrible nightmare. My family and I died in a plane crash.
I woke up at 6 a.m. That's a good ten hours of shuteye. I must have been exhausted. I usually settle for five or six.
It's currently 7:15 a.m. It's colder than a witch's boob outside. Below freezing. Nevertheless, I'm still going to walk ten miles. Exercise is great stress relief.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. So long for now and God bless.