Yesterday was more evil than most Mondays.
Both Christopher Lloyd and Michael J. Fox look stunned. I was too!
No, not because the Libyan terrorists tracked down the wily professor or the DeLorean disappeared into the future….
But rather, despite my best efforts, gluten broke out a can of ninja whoop-ass and tackled me.
Aside from the havoc it wreaks upon my intestinal track, it gives me a headache and all my neurons suddenly require a GPS to figure out where they sent that last message. Wait. Message? Did I have a thought?
In addition, I go from:
Until I fall into a sleep that not even Prince Charming could breech with a magic kiss. In fact, were he to try, he might get punched in the kisser for interrupting my coma.