Oh my god, I thought I’d never get here. For some reason, I kept trying to make my way into this room today and everything kept happening. First I turned on the dryer. It’s so randy. And the cats PANICKED and leapt off of said dryer. They were all breakfasting there. I swear they’ve eaten while the dryer is going before, but today they decided to panic over it. So then I had to literally herd cats and get them to finish eating, like Lily needed it.
Then I had to put clothes away and everything was just a cluster. I’d think I’d found all the pajamas but then no, there’s another pajam, on the bottom. OK, now I just have shirts. Oh, no, there’s your prom dress from 1983 in the laundry. Gotta put that back on its display at the Smithsonian.
1983 was really the worst year for prom dresses. We were all still trying to be Lady Diana with our poufs and we still had a little hoedown Gunny Sax in us and frankly we didn’t know which way to turn.
Anyway, how is everyone? I don’t care.
I’ve had a very busy week, what with family tragedy and then I’m doing new stuff at work and then for some reason I seem to be the person on everyone’s mind this week as well. I’ve gotten texts from people I haven’t heard from in months. Years, even. One dude I sort of had a flirtation with circa 2017 just stampeded back.
Why? Why now? Why not a few weeks ago when the days yawned before me?
But once you’ve got 400 things to do and it’s all you can do to get the one thing done and then think about the next, THEN you get the “Oh my god it’s Carol from Kindergarten! How are YOU, June!?” and you felt like a bitch-ass for being all, “Can you try me in another 50 years? I have shit to do this week.”
I think it’s an ADD thing. I have to concentrate SO HARD to finish one thing and remember I have to do the next. It takes all of my brain. I wish there were surgery for this. I realize there are pills but they give me (brace yourself) a migraine. I’ve tried Ritalin and Adderall and some new one called, like, Vivian Vance or something. I’m certain that was it, June. Vivian Vance.
I was on an antidepressant and an ADD thing and they both started with V. Vyvance and Vybrant or Vivian and Vance. I’m telling you it was something like that. Anyway of course I had headaches every day I was on them, which was from January 1 of 2020 till February 17 of 2020 when I had my … surgery. Then I just stopped taking them.
So now I have to go around cranky (no antidepressants) and scattered (no ADD medicine) because I fear the headache.
So I think that’s why I get so thrown off by a chatty text. Because I know I can’t start or I won’t stop. That’s the problem. I can’t be distracted by something just for a moment because it won’t BE just for a moment.
But speaking of chatting with people I haven’t talked to, my ex-cleaning lady Alicia sent a long emoji-filled text re Meghan Markle, her arch enemy, a text I didn’t answer because busy. I know I have to do it eventually though and it’s another thing I have to concentrate on.
Does anyone else here have the ADD, which I know they call ADHD and I have no H in my ADD. Do you have any tips? I had one therapist who just told me to keep telling myself, “Right now, I’m thinking about putting away the laundry. That’s it.” And that does work. I find myself drifting over to putting away all the reading glasses but I yank myself back.
Anyway, any other tips? Tips of any kind?
I have to go. I have to get some work done and then I have to play with Edsel and then I have to make dinner and then I want to write a note to my Aunt MaryEllen. Oh, and do my last Facebook live on weird lip balms.
Oh. And get more laundry detergent and soap. Regular soap. For washing oneself.
Also, do I need a vitamix? Is it that superior to other blenders? Reese Witherspoon, who Griff once called Wreath, has one.
Also, why isn’t my tax REFUND (shut up, Fay) back yet? It was supposed to be here by now. The state one came, with its big $27. But the federal one is stuck on “received” when you go to Where’s My Refund.
OH MY GOD, SEE? This is why my head is annoying.
P.S. I feel like I oughta add a photo. Hang on and I’ll get my phone. Who knew 10 years ago that that would be a normal sentence?
P.P.S. I ended up letting Edsel out, going out WITH him, letting the gray cats in, letting Edsel in, getting a protein bar, washing the fridge handle and thawing some meat, then I came back and sat down and realized I forgot the damn phone.
There. You’re welcome.