(Grave Encounters: I liked the film.)
Yesterday, I hiked ten miles through the rice paddies. The weather was freezing. Nevertheless, I had a good time. I was almost knocked over by a startled pheasant. Go figure.
I walked to my favorite restaurant for pumpkin pie. However, the darn place was closed due to the election. I was bitterly disappointed.
I returned to my Soviet-style concrete tenement. A movie called Grave Encounters came on. A documentary crew spends the night in a haunted run-down mental asylum.
What can I tell you? I live in South Korea, so I'm starved for entertainment. I enjoyed the film very much--even though it was just one big cliche after another.
The Dragon Lady served duck for dinner. The meat was very greasy. I had to consume several glasses of Coke to avoid the squirts.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I refuse to live like a jaded misanthrope or a dirty nihilist. I believe in Jesus Christ and the Holy Trinity. The truth shall set us free.
I went to bed at 9:30 p.m. I had a very strange dream about stand-up comedy. I only had fifteen minutes of material. But the club owner wanted me to perform for an hour. I woke up screaming.
I drank coffee and read the Korea Times. The citizens of the ROK elected Ms. Park as their new president. She's the daughter of former military strong man Park Chung-hee. Her victory is a real kick in the face to the victims of the Kwangju massacre.
The Five discussed the fiscal cliff. I can't remember a word the panel said. Perhaps I have Alzheimer's.
I drove Jim to school. We listened to Deep Purple.
It's currently 5:35 p.m. Time for dinner.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. God bless.