(The Penny Dreadful witches are pure evil.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made beef and French fries for dinner. The meal wasn't her best effort. The fries were soggy. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like the village dullard. I'm wonderful that way. I drank several glasses of generic cola. Sugary soft-drinks bring me much happiness.
I watched the latest episode of Penny Dreadful. The witches are still after Miss Ives. They manage to steal a lock of her hair. Their plan is to torture the poor woman with a voodoo doll. I normally don't scare easily. But Penny Dreadful's very graphic and disturbing. You've been warned.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I asked Jesus to let me live for another nineteen years. After that, he's free to kill me. I want to give my sons a good start in life.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamed about California. I was walking toward Bakersfield. I got lost in a forest.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. Rick Santorum is running for president. Rick has no chance. First of all, he's boring. I'm tired of looking at his goofy sweaters. The joke just isn't funny anymore. Secondly, there aren't enough white men in America to vote him into office.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Korean couples are getting divorced at an alarming rate. I'm not shocked. I've been married for sixteen years, and my Korean wife is sick and tired of looking at my ugly face. If I were to die tonight, she'd dance with joy.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Kid Charlemagne by Steely Dan. God bless.