Bolonga

This is starting to feel a little silly since I haven't had anyone in all of North America visit my blog since the week I created it.  I feel unpleasantly like Doogie Houser writing his stupid journal entries at the end of every episode.  Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care.  My bologna has a first name; it's O-S-C-A-R.  Those two sentences were about as worthwhile to write as any of the others here.  I think I might have adult onset attention deficit disorder.  I have spells where I can't focus on anything for more than about a minute.  Apparently, mood swings and excessive sleeping can be symptoms of ADD as well.  One of my coworkers was diagnosed with it a couple of years ago, and he says it sounds like that is exactly what I have.  I always thought of ADD as being what the fidgety unteachable little douche bag in the back of my middle school classes had.  I can be still and quiet with no difficulty, but I'll be damned if I can do more than about eight trigonometry problems before I find myself staring off into space and drumming out a random tune with my pen on my notebook.  It is extremely frustrating, but I don't really seem to be able to force myself to focus.  My bologna has a second name; it's M-A-Y-E-R.