Find sample blogs on a gazillion topics at Alpha Inventions More Than Just a Pretty Face I’ve moved recently, you know. Before the move, when I started to pack, a sort of vague uneasiness came over me, like you’re at work and you’re having company for dinner and it feels as if you’ve forgotten something but …
When one is in the throes of A.D.D., one looks at the chaos and it’s a blur, in this case, of brown cardboard. One doesn’t see individual, discrete boxes, one sees box-blob. There is no strategy, no plan… only a vague sense that things are out of place and always will be because nothing, absolutely nothing, can be done with them.
Thank you, Whoever Is On Duty. I will use this small hiatus to organize my stuff, pack what I can, and clean up the large cat turds I noticed on the dark-brown carpeting, left near the litter box by a kitty with bad aim, I’m thinking.
Find sample blogs on a gazillion topics at Alpha Inventions Damned by a Stray Ashtray Yesterday, walking from one end of my apartment to the other, I tripped over four vacuum cleaners. My position on vacuum cleaners is, it’s best to keep them where you can find them easily, and my apartment requires frequent vacuuming …
See that urban snapshot above, using multiple exposures to make it look as if cars are whizzing by and everyone in the city is just busy, busy, busy? Well, I should have been moving like that tonight, because I too had a million tasks to do, but I did some nontasks instead.
Then what does one do? … Well, if one is moi, and A.D.D.-afflicted, one reads good book and forgets about ink cartridges for a while. I got hooked on the Twilight series and fell in love with Edward Cullen, the eternal seventeen-year-old. I bought the first two books in the series via eBaY auction and paid less than $10 each including shipping. I couldn’t wait for shipment of the final two books and bought PDFs instead, also via eBaY. These were presumably scanned, because there are glitches: The word I’ll is rendered HI on the scanned copies.
I love being awake when most of the world is asleep. One reason is that I don’t need to worry about being distracted by phone calls or visitors, but I think the more important reason is that it’s very slightly naughty to be up past midnight. (I am such a rebel.)
And that means you have to factor $9.95 per month in with the eBaY listing fees and seller fees, which are conveniently laid out for you in a document that makes the U.S. Code look like a Little Golden Book.
I have found that meditation is really helpful with my A.D.D. symptoms, but I have not yet found a way to meditate while drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. Please do not think that I am one of those Maxine-looking women, skinny and flabby at the same time, chain-smoking, with her hair in curlers. My hair is way too short for curlers.
Here is my theory, which is based on my madcap drug-experimentation days, during which I took ONE Vicodin: People who are rich and famous NEVER have to be uncomfortable. They don’t have to sweat in the heat or shiver in the cold. In the winter they drive from one heated garage to another heated garage. All their physical needs are met instantaneously. So when they have pain of any kind, they just have their doctor-at-the-ready take care of it, and, wham, they’re addicted to painkillers, and the cycle toward death begins.