A.D.D Moment of The Day: I flooded the bathroom floor this morning after I walked away from the running faucet.
I have Attention Deficit Disorder and with that being said, 
it is critical for my eyes to not focus on something shiny because if they do, you have lost me mid-sentence in a conversation about your dying grandmother. Its not that I don't care about your dying
grandmother, in fact, I am the person who would bake your dying grandmother Gingerbread cookies for Christmas (before I discover she's allergic to nuts and now Ive really accelerated her death), its just that my mind drifts to when your grandmother was twenty years old and what life was like witnessing the invention of Radiovision more commonly known as television. Or what was it like the first time when we went to the moon? Did she grow up on a farm like Christina in an Andrew Wyeth painting or in an inner city and succumb to racial riots? I ask you, “And how is your grandmother feeling these days?” and you looks at my with the most utter disdain and you reply, ”I just told you. Her funeral was last week”.
Its not that I cannot maintain attention for more than 3.5 seconds, its just that my thoughts have the same exuberance as a three year old child.
They won't sit still.
This morning I walked my dog Fozzy, the world's cutest Wheaten Terrier, to my favorite coffee shop, The Sensuous Bean to get a large decaf/strawberry blend. I tell 
you its the BEST coffee in the city. (If I am one of three people in a group talking about sabotaging business at a Starbucks, is that considered a conspiracy theory making me eligible for imprisonment?) I encountered a meeting of the dogs outside and I, as I typically do, engage in conversation with any human who is native to New York just because I LOVE PEOPLE. Seriously. All people. Because even if I don't like you I'll still talk to you knowing its a sure thing that I will find some comedy material in our meeting. I am prejudice that way.
I run into this funny Gary guy that I had run into before and he compliments me on my “regal posture” and asks me why I look so happy. I told him, “I think its because I am blogging”.
“Are those like bong hits?" he asks.
"No", I replied to the fool standing in front of me. "There's this wonderful thing out there called the World Wide Web. You should check it out sometime". I explain ed in a short wiki version of what blogging is and he says, "Ahh, so what do you blog about?"
"A.D.D." I say.
And then the one preppy guy with the black well groomed poodle chimes in,"My fiance just started taking a pill for A.D.D. Wellbutrin. She says its working for her. (He hasn't seen all side of his fiance just yet)
I remember the first and only time I took something for A.D.D and that drug was Wellburtin. I recall two weeks into taking the drug I had what I call "The Dishwasher Epiphany". I had just finished making one of my many elaborate dinners with wine and I was two glasses slow of cleaning up. When you have A.D.D, the simplest task may at time feel daunting and for me loading a dishwasher was overwhelming. What I had always once dread so many times, all of a sudden,I was doing with such ease and simplicity. Effortlessly! And at that very moment I remember thinking, “so this is what driving in the slow lane feels like?" Not to suggest that I always drove in the fast lane Its just that my driving was more of like a drunk driver…Absentmindedly reckless yet, at times, a little overly cautious. 
But I'm sure no one told his lovely fiancee about the "Bouts of Agitation". I remember being at a corner deli ordering a sandwich and all of a sudden I flipped out. For no apparent reason. I mean something must have triggered it but I couldn't remember the exact detail after the incident. All I remember was tossing the sandwich over the counter, yelling and sweating profusely while at the same time threatening to conceal a rubber rat in the store and call the Health Department. I shared my Jekyll & Hyde moment on Wellbutrin with him. I hope he shares it with his girlfriend.
