(Rand Paul wins the CPAC straw poll.)
Yesterday, I went to the doctor. I'm getting old. My eyes are wearing out. Poor old Smith is having a hard time reading the paper. So now I have glasses. What a pisser.
The Dragon Lady served barbecue pork for dinner. The meal came with Chinese mushrooms. Good stuff. I washed the vittles down with Pepsi. I don't miss alcohol. However, I'd kill my mother for a cigarette. Sadly, I'm just a filthy junkie.
I watched Supernatural. I love the series. But two of my favorite characters are dead. The show doesn't feel the same without Cass and Bobby Singer. Maybe they'll come back. I certainly hope to see them again.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I need a code.
I went to bed at midnight. I didn't dream. I woke up at 9 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper.
Korea is cracking down on online gambling. The peninsula recently had a scandal involving a coach who was throwing games for money. These things happen. We're all a bunch of greedy bastards.
I turned on Fox News. Rand Paul won the CPAC straw poll. I don't have much faith in polls. Rand's daddy used to always emerge victorious. Yet Ron never came close to getting the republican nomination.
It's Sunday. I usually hike ten miles. But I'm viewing UFC instead. What a load of shit. What happened to boxing? Is the sport dead?
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.