Despite the egregious sexism, inane David Foster filler music, and Helen Slater’s inability to act, I still love that movie. Michael J. Fox is an 80’s treasure.
Something has to change. I can attribute some of the tiredness to a sick and coughing toddler, but there’s no reason I should be that tired all the time. And yeah, I went off the wagon with the diet on Sunday, but that’s the first day I totally disregarded it.
Maybe it’s a tumor.
It’s a fresh start with new hope for teams like my annual basement-dwelling Jaguars.
The terrible thing about the NFL draft?
Watching Mel Kiper and Todd McShay spew made-up, nonsensical verbal diarrhea and knowing they get paid for it. Seriously, have either of these idiots every been right about ANYTHING? These two are the ultimate con-men.
I know that feeling.