Well, not my love, per se, but my sanity for the next thirty-five days. Because that is how long I have to wait until the Jeopardy! live audition to which I received an invite today, after taking the fifty-question online qualifying test about three weeks ago.
Stay tuned for updates from my rigorous training regimen, which may or may not include such highlights as me jogging around Portland while wearing a white terrycloth headband, listening to the theme from Rocky and flipping through a stack of homemade flashcards on the illustrious careers of the American presidents. ("Chester A. Arthur, 21st president, 1881-1885! Best known for signing the Pendleton Act mandating a bipartisan civil service and for, er, his truly spectacular sideburns.")
I need five anecdotes about myself. I am seriously having trouble coming up with any that don't start "Well, this one time I was drinking with my friend...". Your suggestions are welcomed.
Also, I am instructed to "dress appropriately for television." What ought one to wear to strike that critical Jeopardy!-audience-friendly balance between "American Idol" and the six-o'-clock news with Your Weather Authority, Powder von Mascaratufts?