(Poor old Smith is a toothless southern hillbilly.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served duck for dinner. The meal was far too greasy. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles. I'm wonderful that way.
Jim went to math academy for two hours. His favorite teacher recently got fired. The guy was good. I don't understand why the institute let him go. Oh well. It's a hard hard world. Even the talented get shafted.
I watched Supernatural. Sam's grandfather becomes possessed by a killer parasite. Sam has to put the old guy out of his misery. Bang! Pistol shot straight to the head. Now that's entertainment.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I refuse to live my life like some filthy nihilist.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. I drank coffee and read the newspaper.
A doctor in Seoul accidentally killed his girlfriend. The cause of death was an overdose. He left the poor woman's body in a parking lot. Then he ran away. The doctor's prison sentence is light. He only has to serve two years.
I turned on Fox News. The Five talked about the state of the economy. They think that raising the minimum wage is a bad idea. They might be right. Nevertheless, people gotta eat.
I drove Jim to school. We listened to early Genesis featuring Peter Gabriel. Let's face it. My youth is gone. I'm just an aging toothless hillbilly flying through life by the seat of my pants. Rock and roll ain't gonna cure me.
It's currently 3:45 p.m. I'm killing time.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.