(Dick is dead.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served beef and French fries for dinner. The meal was tasty. I like starch. Potatoes are a feel-good food. They bring me joy.
Jim went to math class for three hours. Then he studied Korean with his mother. She showed him mercy. The Spoon of Justice remained in the drawer.
My friend Dave called. He couldn't breath. My wife contacted a local hospital. They sent an ambulance. He has a severe case of pneumonia. Keep him in your prayers.
I completed season seven of Supernatural. The boys kill the leviathan named Dick. I'm a little sad. Dick is one of the best villains in the history of television. He'll be tough to replace.
I paid homage to Christ. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I can't live my life like a sad lonely misanthrope. I need a code.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper.
The Korean government is going to start charging more money for cigarettes. Naturally, the-powers-that-be are afraid that many smokers will start their own black-market operation. Thieves don't enjoy competition.
I turned on Fox News. A judge and his wife were brutally murdered in Texas. They lived in a sleepy little southern town. The Aryan Brotherhood are the primary suspects in these horrific murders. Men have black hearts.
Anyway, it's 4:30 p.m. I'm tired. Plus I've run out of things to say.
I'll talk to you tomorrow. God bless.