(Lee Seung-Yeop now has 400 home runs.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared beef and rice for the dinner. The meal was quite bland. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like a dullard. I'm wonderful that way. After all, things could be much worse. I'm just happy that I wasn't born in Djibouti.
I watched the Samsung Lions defeat the Lotte Giants on the tube. The final score was 8 to 1. The game featured an historic moment. Lee Seung-yeop belted his 400th home run. He's the only person in the Korea professional league to achieve that glorious milestone. Mr. Lee makes $800,000 per year. That's great money.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked Jesus for giving me patience. For instance, I've come to peace with the fact that my eldest son's a dolt. Don't get me wrong. He's a great person, but Harvard simply isn't in his future. So what's a daddy to do? I'm certainly not going to jump out a window. I just have to accept the truth and pick up the pieces.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. The Five discussed the younger generation. They said that American youth are Godless and selfish. I'm not sure if that's true. They seem very sophisticated next to the average caveman. Plus they have mad computer skills. The Five are full of crap about a lot of things.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. MERS is breaking out all over South Korea. I'm very scared. Every day features brand new cases. Some mothers aren't letting their children go outside. Furthermore, the teeming masses insist on sporting hospital masks. I feel like a character in a science fiction movie.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Heavy by Collective Soul. God bless.