(Daniel Cormier retains his title.)
Yesterday, I prepared pork and beef for dinner. I did a nice job. The meat was both tender and salty. Nevertheless, eating alone is quite a drag, but anything's better than listening to my wife's incessant bitching. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. I fear I'm becoming a drunkard. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
I watched the UFC. Daniel Cormier fought Alexander Gustafsson for the light-heavyweight championship of the world. The match was brilliant--an entertaining five-round blood bath. Alexander caught Daniel with a knee that would have knocked most men senseless. But Cormier is a former Olympic wrestler with a cast-iron chin. He came back and outpointed the Swede to retain his title. The bout was electric.
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 heal my leg. I'm still in a great deal of pain. I used to be half-a-stud back in the day. And, from time to time, I try to recapture my glory. I caught cellulitis while attempting to walk 100 kilometers. I got all the way to ninety before the disease shut me down. It's probably time to grow up and act my age.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. Texas executed another inmate. The man's name was Juan Garcia. He shot a missionary in the head in order to steal eight dollars. The victim's wife and daughter forgave Juan for his sinful ways. I go back and forth on the issue of capital punishment. I'm not sure where I stand.
I read the paper later in the day. A lot of salary men in their forties and fifties are angry over the Korean price hike in cigarettes. They used to be able to buy a pack of smokes for approximately two dollars. Now the cost has more than doubled. I'm so glad I quit that filthy habit. My lungs feel wonderful, and I'm saving a lot of money.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Space Oddity by David Bowie. God bless.