(Sir Alex Ferguson calls it quits.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady had an appointment. So I prepared my own food. I made spicy pork and French fries. I washed the meal down with several glasses of Coke. I'm becoming quite an accomplished cook.
Jim played Starcraft. Then he completed some Korean homework with his mother. They've been getting along much better. I enjoy a peaceful apartment. Strife sucks.
I watched a program called Oz. It's a brutal prison drama. The series is certainly riveting. I wouldn't survive a day in the penal system. I'm much too handsome and sweet-natured. They'd pass me around for cigarettes and drug money.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I've got a lot of problems. My demons have demons. But Jesus helps calm my feverish brain. He's a celestial chill pill.
I went to bed. I had a strange dream. A woman carried my head in a glass jar. She wandered around a sandy desert while my headless body followed her. I really need to start drinking again.
I woke up at 6 a.m. I read the paper. Sir Alex Ferguson is no longer the manager for Manchester United. His final game was a classic. It ended in a 5-all draw.
I turned on Fox News. A deadly tornado hit Oklahoma. Many children were killed. Life is short and brutal. Spread your love because tomorrow a piano might fall on your head.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. God bless.