My boobies are so grateful. It's pink and push-up and NEW and my breasteses are back up where they should be. Go, team bra!

I need to do this. I kept saying if I ever got an actual date from this Internet dating thing, I'd go out and buy a really good bra. I think, maybe, I need to change my criteria for a new bra.

Well, I finally napped. For 3.5 hours. And now I've got about 20 hours worth of work to do before class tomorrow. Hope it was a good, sustaining nap!

Yay for vw napping.

Not so yay for DJ's icky guilty weird feeling.

And really not yay for cindy's sick younguns.

I love that at any buffista's even slight irritation, we have his/her back, and that's not even counting the big, life altering stuff. I love that I actually feel joy when cool stuff happens to us. I love that I'm totally comfortable flying halfway across the country to hang out with people I've never met in person, but am dying to meet. I love how we fill in the gaps for each other. We're forgiving of peoples' guac incidents. We're smart and kind. And, really, I'm just honored to be one of us. Dude. I'm a friggin' buffista.

Yay for vw napping.

Not so yay for DJ's icky guilty weird feeling.

And really not yay for cindy's sick younguns.

What Andi said.

I've been trying to play catch up for daaaaayyys, and I finally had to skip. I missed Libkitty's birthday, so sorry! but I'm pleased to hear it was good. I wish you a year of light and laughter, good work to do and satisfaction from it. I wish you joy.

The ADD stuff is fascinating. I've never been formally diagnosed, with the tests and the glayvin, but talking with my GPs and my various counselors over the years, everybody's pretty convinced. I was frowning a little during Teppy's shiny-thing explanation, but the clarification after put it in stark focus. Yup, that's it.

I'm atypical though, rather than acting *out* on my inbility to focus, I withdrew into my head. There are forty-seven hundred squirrel cages in here, all full, and all going a mile a minute. I've managed to forge paths through the cages to accomplish things I need to do, and as long as I don't deviate from those habitual paths, I pretty much succeed, day to day.

I've lived with H for decades, and finally, a week or two ago, after we'd gotten into a bit of a barney over "I TOLD you!" "Well, that wasn't what I HEARD!" he finally understood that my brain doesn't work like his does, or like most peoples' do. He looked at me in something like awe, when he finally grasped the effort that goes into getting through an ordinary day.

Medication would probably help, but at this stage in my life, enh. I'd probably miss the squirrels.

I think, maybe, I need to change my criteria for a new bra.

Dude, totally. You need a new bra because your breastesses will love you for it, not for some dude who may or may not turn out to be worth the underwear.

I'm atypical though, rather than acting *out* on my inbility to focus, I withdrew into my head. There are forty-seven hundred squirrel cages in here, all full, and all going a mile a minute. I've managed to forge paths through the cages to accomplish things I need to do, and as long as I don't deviate from those habitual paths, I pretty much succeed, day to day.

The first part is me, but I never developed very good coping mechanisms to actually get things done.

Beverly is me, but I have strayed from my habitual paths and haven't been able to make new ones. I need to find a doctor and see about this stuff, I think.

What is amazing me right now is how long I have thought that EVERYONE'S brain worked like that, and why the hell couldn't I cope when everyone else could? That was a shockingly recent epiphany that, no, they really don't.

ION, it seems evident that when Erin's breasts are happy, everybody's happy. And I'm betting that vw's breasts being happy will make us all even more happy.

I'm atypical though, rather than acting *out* on my inbility to focus, I withdrew into my head. There are forty-seven hundred squirrel cages in here, all full, and all going a mile a minute.

The official phrasing, last I heard, in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, is Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, Inattentive Type. I have often heard/read that it could be more acurately descriptive to call it Variable Attention Disorder, because we might be paying attention to seven things all at once (and probably not very well) or we might be paying attention to one thing to the exclusion of others (hyper-focus is a common experience) but it is difficult to predict what will catch our attention. Moreover, we have a heck of a time choosing what to pay attention to. I mean, I'd kill to be able to choose the seven things, maybe narrow them down to two or three at a time, or to be able to plan ahead for what I want to accomplish with a hyper-focus spell.

My therapist said that the "acting out" part of ADD and ADHD is not very common in adults.

What is amazing me right now is how long I have thought that EVERYONE'S brain worked like that, and why the hell couldn't I cope when everyone else could?

I seriously spent my first week on meds going "wait, you mean other people have been aware of the passage of time all along? AND THEY NEVER TOLD ME?"