I’ve experienced several signs lately that my brain is beginning to melt and disappear.

Just the other day, I walked by a Denny’s. There was a poster in the window that said ‘Kids eat Free!’ on such and such days at certain times. I thought to myself, “Damn, I wish I had some kids. What a great deal!”

Then I realized I had just wished for kids solely so I could take them to eat for free at Denny’s.

The next thing happened last night. Robin and I lay down to sleep, and she nuzzled up against me on my left, my arm around her. As I was getting comfortable, I raised my right arm and put my hand behind my head. I had used some of her cheap deodorant earlier that day, and I noticed that my right armpit smelled just a tad less than fresh. I wasn’t ripe, mind you, but there was a faint, noticeable aroma.

Robin: Baby, I can smell your pit.

Me: Really? I could too, but I figured it was far away enough and light enough so that you wouldn’t notice.

Robin: I’m laying right on top of it.

Me: Oh, I meant my right arm.

Robin: Uh, no. Did you forget that you had a left arm?

Me: Um. Actually, yes. Just for a second.

Robin: I’m going to face this way now.

And so she did.

The third sign my mind is going is that I just related an anecdote relying heavily upon my armpit.

I’m done here Friday. I’m not looking forward to being once again unemployed, but I am looking forward to regular exposure to the sun and nature in general. My plan is to get back to the daily running and working out, so I can turn some of this chub-a-lub back into rub-a-dub…if you know what I mean. I don’t.

I submitted my first credit for this show to IMDB. Soon, my name will be right up there as associate producer. That’s old hat to some of my friends out here, but to me that’s pretty fucking cool.