My eyes are refusing to work. I think I'm having a reaction to the cat. And my brain is seizing up because I keep having the same discussion with my father about The Big Show, Paul Wight. He thinks that a big man equals a good wrestler. And I say fuck that, Wight's a fat tub of lard who runs out of breath too quickly and has a move set that makes the Rock look like a technical genius. But Dad keeps saying otherwise because he's just like his own father: has to disagree with everyone for the sake of it. Is forming an opinion so difficult?