How are you guys?

Me, me, me that's all I ever talk about on this blog. My thoughts, my observations, my Sharona. It's too much. Okay, I feel better now that I got that off my chest. What musings of mine was I about to share? Ahh yes, I remember now. Aren't you glad you took that journey with me, from my temporarily forgetting what I was about to write to my recalling the forthcoming ramblings. I could've stopped typing and collected my thoughts and none of you would have been any the wiser, but I couldn't, in good consciousness, deprive you of the adventure of traveling through the recesses of my short-term memory. So I didn't. Now, where was I before I got sidetracked explaining how I decided to include you on my brainfart cruise? Work, that's it, something about work. Here it is: So in writing these trivia questions for this game show not only do I have to make sure that I can prove that the answer I provide is correct, I also have to write them in such a way to ensure that no other correct answer exists. It's called "pinning" the question. Industry term, deal with it. But it's Friday evening and I'm feeling a little loopy so I'm tempted to write some really awful questions, mainly ones that ask for non-answers rather than answers. For example: Where aren't Elephants? Or, Seattle is not a country on what continent? I guess that is only funny to me and anyone else who spends their day writing trivia questions. (Or just me.) I forgot to put on deodorant today and I think I officially stink. If I were to meet somebody right now for the first time, I would be "that smelly kid" to them for the rest of my days. They would probably call me Adam Cole-Smelly. Or Adam Coal-Kelly because I smell like I've been mining...plus I have black lung. Hey Old Spice, brace yourself because you're about to be applied to one funky pit, two actually. Just kidding, I'll shower. That's what the situation requires. Enough about my b.o. -and I'm not talking about my burlap overalls if you know what I mean.

Well I'll be, looks like I've earned myself my first weekend in quite some time. Make yours a dandy, huh? Good.

ps I hate the expression brainfart. I've never said it out loud and I regret that I used it in this sacred space but what's done is done and I must move in. Pumpernickel!