(Criminal Minds: Some real sick stuff.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served pork and egg rolls for dinner. She cooked the meal in our fabulous Phillips air-fryer. I can't begin to tell you people how much I love that machine. It makes my life so much easier. I even like it better than the internet. No kidding.
Jim went to math academy. He stayed for the full three hours. His mother didn't have to hit him with the Spoon of Justice. What a shocker. Perhaps I should buy him a gift.
I watched more Criminal Minds. The series will literally make you sick to your stomach. Brad Dourif plays an insane puppeteer. He kidnaps both men and women. Then he dislocates all their limbs before crucifying them. The ones who survive are turned into human marionettes. Wow. What's left to say?
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy nihilist. Poor old Smith needs a code.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream. I stood in front of a movie house with several strange men. We were all dressed in girly-looking leather jackets and cowboy hats. I wanted to know why we wore such strange clothing. Nobody could tell me.
I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. The Korean baseball team is now out of the WBC. The squad had to beat Taiwan by six runs in order to advance. They failed to do so. Strange. The ROK usually does so well when it comes to swinging the bats.
I turned on Fox News. Hugo Chavez died of cancer. He'd been suffering from the disease for quite some time.
I don't like dictators. But I refuse to gloat. I'm 44-years-old. My death is right around the corner. I'm just hoping for a massive heart attack or stroke. I hate pain. It hurts too much.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.