(The Children of the Rice love Psy.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served chili for dinner. The meal wasn't very tasty. It came from a can. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles. I'm wonderful that way.
My son didn't go to math class. He's been expelled from his academy. I no longer care. Jim and I aren't very bright. Dolphins could score higher on an algebra test. We're a couple of morons.
I watched the second episode of The Bates Motel. Norman has a handsome brother who's a disturbed troublemaker. He probably sucks at algebra, too. Norman also has a girlfriend with cystic fibrosis. The series is quite good. The characters are intriguing.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Our Father on bended knees. Jesus instructs us how to pray. He's very good at removing burdens.
I went to bed at 9 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. Psy is flying to New York to promote his new single Gentleman. My kids love the chubby singer. They dance to his songs.
I turned on Fox News. The Syrians are now using chemical weapons. Looks like the United States will soon be embroiled in yet another war. All the global defense contractors must be jumping up and down for joy.
It's currently 2 p.m. Poor old Smith is knackered. I desperately need a siesta.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.