This has been a good week socially, a fair week mood-wise, and an absolute atrocity in the office. Not because I’m busy. I should be busy, but I can’t get anything done. Nothing. Not one little thing. I’m so distracted that it’s kind of amazing that I can even get to the end of this sentence. I am the poster child for ADD. And I say that with kindness and sensitivity, as someone who was once diagnosed by a professional neurologist as having the disorder. It's very real. Can’t. Focus.
I feel guilty and anxious. Maybe I need to gather more documentation on my diseased brain in case I get the boot. But mercury is in retrograde, so I can't be the only one? It must be impossible that this problem belongs to me?
This weekend, me and my ADD are going to struggle to do yet more work, for yet another job. Writing. Please, shoot me now. I’ll be happier that way. It will be easier on us all.
