(Supernatural: I love the show because my IQ is low.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served steak and French fries for dinner. The meal was good. But my wife cooks with a lot of spice, so I often suffer from the squirts. Don't laugh. My affliction is quite discomforting.
I watched House of Cards. Sadly, I'm not intelligent enough to enjoy the show. Kevin Spacey's character is the congressional majority whip. He's always wheeling and dealing. His wife is played by Robin Wright. Wasn't she married to Sean Penn back in the day?
Supernatural is more my speed. The series caters to morons. I enjoyed a great episode. Mannequins are possessed by an angry ghost. They kill guilty men with butcher knives. Talk about entertainment. Blood. Blood. And more blood.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I refuse to babble like a pagan.
I went to bed at 11 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. Rinaldo is ranked as the best soccer player in the world. He edged out Messi by a couple of votes. I'm American. I don't know much about the sport. It bores me to death.
I turned on Fox News. Rubio gave the rebuttal to the state of the union address. He drank bottled water while on television. The media is going nuts. Republicans are reviled by the New York and Los Angeles libs.
I drove Jim to school. We listened to Frank Zappa's rendition of Stairway to Heaven. For a moment, I actually thought I was cool. The feeling soon passed.
It's currently 6:30 p.m. I'm relaxing on my sofa.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.