(Life in Djibouti ain't for me.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served beef and French fries for dinner. The meal was good. I ate every last morsel. I'm a lucky man. I could've been born in Djibouti. Think about it.
Jim didn't want to study. His mother yelled at him. Then she hit him on the arm with the Spoon of Justice. Her beating left a nasty red welt. I finally put my foot down. Enough is enough.
I fired the poor woman. She's no longer allowed to teach my eldest boy in any subject. She's simply not up to the task. I should have done this months ago.
Jim's suspended from using the computer. His crack-head lifestyle is over. He now has to go outside and play for at least an hour a day. I want him making friends his own age. Jim speaks the language like a native rice-eater. He has no excuse for being an outsider.
I watched Breaking Bad. Walt poisons a kid with Lilly of the Valley. Then he murders a teenager while robbing a train. Walt's the greatest psychopath in television history. Bar none.
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 had a strange dream. A Korean man was yelling at my pastor. He said that attendance was too paltry to keep the church open. Furthermore, if more people didn't start coming, he'd find a new leader.
I woke up at 8 a.m. I drank coffee, but I didn't read the paper. I couldn't be bothered. I'm tired of looking at my wife and kids. So I'm hiding in an internet cafe.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.