(Korean beef is delicious.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared steak and French fries for dinner. The meal was delicious. Korean beef is some of the finest in the world. Yet it remains quite the secret. The ROK is really missing a chance to brand itself to the western world.
I washed my vittles down with Coke. I'm a big fan of sugary soft-drinks. I'll probably expire in the near future. In fact, I can hear ass cancer whispering my name at this very moment. Smith. Smith. Smith. Oh, well. Nobody's going to live forever.
I downloaded The Walking Dead. The show completely jumped the shark. Three children were murdered by other humans in this particular episode. Talk about a downer. I have no idea what the writers were thinking. Nobody tunes into a zombie program to witness rug-rats getting greased. On the contrary. We watch to escape the grim realities of our own lives for a moment or two. Those bastards harshed my buzz. I might quit the series forever. I shit you not.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. It's not like I'm some filthy atheist.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I've been quite tired lately. Perhaps I'm coming down with some type of deadly influenza virus. I had a dream about my late father. He said that he'd continue to live on in my memory. It was a nice experience. My sleep is usually haunted by chilling nightmares. My demons have demons.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. There was a recent Ebola outbreak in Africa. Fifty-nine people were killed by the disease. They died with blood leaking out of all their orifices. It can't be easy being African. If the exotic maladies don't claim your life, then you still have the death squads and hungry lions to fret about.
I turned on Fox News. The Five discussed the Hobby Lobby taking their contraceptive complaint to the Supreme Court. The corporation is willing to pay the birth control tab for their employees. However, it doesn't want to dole out money to cover the cost of the morning-after pill. I stand on the side of the company. The morning-after pill is abortion. Plain and simple. If you want to exterminate your fetus, then go sell lemonade to raise the coin.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Holiday by Nazareth. God bless.