(I love Donald's hair.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made chicken fried rice for dinner. I live in Asia, so rice is very popular. The meal was fantastic. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. For the most part, I'm back on the wagon. I still drink a little beer from time to time, but I haven't had any soju for a couple of weeks.
I couldn't watch much television. My youngest son Bluce had an emotional meltdown. He came home from school with a ton of homework. He had pages and pages of math and English and Korean, etc. On top of all that, he also had a project to work on. My child is only eight-years-old. But this is Korea. These people take school seriously. I told the boy not to worry. I even offered to do the work myself. His tirade lasted for about an hour. After that, he settled down.
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 thanked The Savior for his many blessings. Today, I get the results of my wife's hormone tests. Her doctor speaks English. I'm expecting good news. You can really tell the difference when loons decide to take their medication. She's very calm these days.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Manchester United bus was attacked by supporters of West Ham. I don't understand how people can get so rabid over a stupid sport like soccer. It's a game which caters to women and homosexual men. Yet the sport is truly global. People love it. Go figure.
I turned on CNN. Donald Trump is meeting with Paul Ryan tomorrow in order to iron-out their differences. I hope The Donald makes Mr. Ryan jump through a million hoops. Meanwhile, Hillary Clinton lost another primary to Bernie Sanders--who is nothing more than an elderly communist. I like Trump's chances in November.
Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.