(Charlie Sheen has HIV.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made beef and French fries for dinner. The meal wasn't one of her best efforts. I find that her food lacks soul. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I'm wonderful that way. I drank several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.
I watched a recent episode of The Last Kingdom. I enjoy the program quite a bit--even though it's produced by the BBC. Usually, I lack the intellectual capacity to understand British television. But not in this case. The violence is marvelous. The Vikings slaughter many Saxon hostages with their battle axes. Limbs go flying hither and yon. That's what I call entertainment. The portrayal of King Alfred is first rate. He's so worthy of honor and respect. He comes across as truly regal.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I asked Jesus to watch over me now that I'm back in the Dragon Lady's house. She's still on her thyroid medicine. I hope the pills help alleviate her constant anger. It will probably take divine intervention to make my shitty marriage work. But stranger things have happened. I have faith.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. Charlie Sheen has contracted HIV. I know he lived a wild lifestyle. And it's certainly prudent not to poke every porno star in the world while doing drugs. Nevertheless, I feel quite sad about this news. I used to love Two and a Half Men. Sheen's comic instincts are right off the charts. But HIV is no longer a death sentence. The disease can be managed.
I read the paper later in the day. There was an interesting editorial explaining the Korean fervor for academics. I envy their energy and drive. I'm such a lazy bastard. In fact, I always wanted to live in Europe just so I could get a free apartment and government health care. My main hobby is relaxing and eating donuts. I wish I'd been blessed with Asian energy. Unfortunately, I'm an overweight aging sloth. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's God of Thunder by Kiss. God bless.