(I recently saw The Terminator.)
Yesterday, I took my youngest son Bluce to a movie. We watched the latest version of The Terminator. The film stars Arnold Schwarzenegger as a good robot. There are several bad robots which Arnold manages to subdue. Schwarzenegger looks great for his age. Plus he still possesses oodles and oodles of charm. My boy and I had a great time.
Then we went to a restaurant and ate shabu-shabu. Shabu-shabu is razor thin beef boiled in broth with noodles, mushrooms, and assorted vegetables. The meal was great. However, it was a bit pricey. It came to nearly fifty bucks. Plus the eatery had no cola. I had to make do with some type of fancy Japanese tea. Finery is completely wasted on a slob like me.
I tried watching television. But a horrible fight broke out in my humble abode between the Dragon Lady and James-uh. She screamed at him for over an hour because she caught him playing computer games. The language she used on the poor kid was atrocious.
I tried to calm her down with reason. Sadly, narcissists don't respond to logic. She threw my Samsung smart phone out a fourth story window. Then she kicked us both out of the apartment--for the millionth and final time. I can't deal with her rage anymore, so I'm calling it quits. Life's too short. On the bright side, the phone survived without a scratch. Samsung makes good shit.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty misanthrope. The thanked Jesus for my life. It hasn't been too bad up to this point. And even though I'm separating from my spouse, things could be worse. Lots of men go through this bullshit. The situation will get better.
I went to bed at 2 a.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 10 a.m. with nothing to do. My new pad doesn't have a television. Yet maybe that's a blessing. Perhaps I should start reading more books.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Where Have All the Good Times Gone by Van Halen. Cheers.