(Moses: He knocked me for a loop.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served hot wings and egg rolls for dinner. My wife is the egg roll queen. The meal was covered in chili sauce. I washed it down with Coke. Now that's living.
Jim didn't study Korean. He studied science instead. He took a test today. I'm not sure how he performed. I'm happy if he keeps his score over 80 percent. I try not to be too demanding.
I watched Supernatural. I love the show. Sam and Dean battle a serial killer who is possessed by a demon. This particular murderer hates women.
Sexual sadists are screwed up individuals. They all seem to have mommy issues. I have demons, too. I fight them by constructing model submarines. Don't laugh. It beats paying for a therapist.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I'm still pretty shaken up. That news about Moses being a product of incest hit me like a ton of bricks. I fear I shall never recover.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper.
A high school boy in Inchon threatened to knife his teacher. He was upset because nobody in the school could properly explain the difference between Roman Catholicism and Protestantism. Talk about a fastidious student. He needs to start making model submarines like his poor old Uncle Smith.
I turned on the television. Rand Paul is back in the news. The senator from Kentucky has a new immigration plan. Rand wants to be president. He's getting a fast start out of the gate.
It's almost 5 p.m. I'm chewing on a plastic pen. I feel itchy. Perhaps I need a shower.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.