(Supernatural: A great show for retarded people.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served pork and egg rolls for dinner. The vittles were good. She cooked the meal in our Phillips air-fryer. I still love that machine. It simplifies my complex life.
I yelled at Jim. I'm a rotten father who makes many demands. I want him fluent in two languages. So I constantly needle the poor boy. I can't help myself. What's a daddy to do?
I watched Supernatural. Sam and Dean are sent back to the Old West. They find a special gun that can kill any creature. Dean shoots a monster with the magic pistol. I find the show extremely entertaining. No big surprise. Sadly, I'm retarded.
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 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 4 a.m. I drank coffee and read the newspaper. The Miami Heat are doing well. Their win streak is up to eleven. However, Oklahoma shall win the championship.
I turned on Fox News. Bill O'Reilly complained about Michelle Obama. He's disappointed that she was allowed to participate in the Academy Awards. Who freaking cares? Screw the world.
It's currently 6:45 p.m. Jim is studying at the kitchen table. My wife keeps threatening to hit him with a large wooden spoon. Poor kid.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.