What? Who knows. It sounded cool when it arrived in my head, so I just said it. That’s ADD for you. Not thinking before speaking. Working on it!
I have big ideas. With only small powers to execute. I can’t. I have ADD. I recently found out. My feelings are mixed – regret about the past, encouraged about the future, stuck in the moment. I just took my 2nd Adderall pill tonight. But instead of working on my Great American Play, I’m writing this damn blog.
I signed up for an ADD support group. It’s something, right? I have visions of seeing Meatloaf with his big boobs sobbing all over me ala Fight Club. Will it be a circle of people who are incessantly rambling? Will we pay attention to each other’s testimonials from start to finish or will our minds be wandering around the room, floating in helium-state toward space?
I have a deadline for my play on June 2, and here I am dicking around on a blog. A cry for help? Who’s really listening anyway? I write these blogs for posterity, so when I’m found face down, they can read this and make an independent movie out of it.
