(The Big Bang Theory is good for a laugh.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served more cow bone soup for dinner. The meal sucked ass. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles. I'm wonderful that way.
Jim got expelled from his math academy. No kidding. He shot off a fire extinguisher in one of the empty rooms. The place was covered in gray foam by the time he got through. The man who owns the school no longer wants to teach him.
I was very angry. I threatened to punch Jim in the nose. For a twelve-year-old boy to commit that type of vandalism is a very ballsy move. I wish he were more timid. Perhaps he'll start a new Asian crime family and have me whacked for poking my bony fingers in his face.
I watched The Big Bang Theory. I was too upset to view drama. My favorite character is Sheldon. He's an obsessive-compulsive theoretical physicist at Cal Tech University. Sheldon is smarter than a dolphin--which is more than you can say for me.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I prayed for forgiveness. Makes sense. I had just threatened to break my eldest son's nose. Ain't there a law against such behavior?
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. Manchester United won another championship. I'm American. I don't know much about soccer. The game bores the shit out of me.
I turned on Fox News. The Boston bombers are still being discussed. The big question now is from whom did the brothers receive their training? Mark my words. Radical Islam will eventually kill us all. I'd like nothing better than to say I told you so. But unfortunately I'll be dead. Lucky you.
It's almost 5 p.m. Poor old Smith is knackered.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.