I ate a normal amount at the 50th anniversary party cookout I was just at.... and then I could not stop shoving cookies in my piehole. WTF.

I ended up napping for an hour and then making cookies, while listening to my new favorite podcast: Science versus.... This episode was on Science versus Organic food, which was great. The premise is that this highly-cheerful Australian woman investigates the actual science behind various issues, like gun control, fracking, and organic food.

Turns out there isn't a ton of science supporting the individual health benefits of organic food. Which justifies me in my reluctance to spend $2.49 for a bunch of kale that costs under a dollar for the regular version.

And now I have a pile of peanut butter cookies, oh no.

Turns out there isn't a ton of science supporting the individual health benefits of organic food. Which justifies me in my reluctance to spend $2.49 for a bunch of kale that costs under a dollar for the regular version.

Yeah, there are some things where I try to buy organic, but that's a lot more for the environmental impact than the health impact. And I really do need to do more research on that, too, because I know that I haven't read enough about it to actually justify the way I buy stuff.

Watching S2 of Great British Bake-Off, and I am craving like a mofo for some shortbread.

I'm already thinking about an elaborate Christmas dessert, so I don't just start randomly baking all the time. I had been thinking buche de Noel, but maybe there's something wackier from GBBO I should try.

maybe there's something wackier from GBBO I should try

There's the nun made of ladyfingers, which sounds much more elegant in French. Or the conical tower made of profiteroles.

I did a croquembouche (the tower of profiteroles) last year or the year before.

can someone explain to me why "come my lady, come come my lady" stupid song is stuck in my head. is it in some commercial? was it on a tv show? WHY?!?!

I don't know how much I should tell the new shrink about my experience with topamax. The more I talk about how my body feels, the more doctors seem to think I'm neurotic. I don't understand, isn't paying attention to your body a good thing? It's not like I freak out at every twinge.

Tell the expert at managing psychotropic medications about the effects that psychotropic medications have on you. As for doctors discounting your observations, they are being turdbuckets. When I have wacky things going on, I write down a laundry list of every unusual thing I notice. When I hand it over or read it to the doc, I preface it by saying that I am aware that some of the stuff may not be relevant but my job is to report the symptoms, doc's job is to sort through and make sense of them. I also usually mention that I am a professional caregiver, and I decided to treat my own health with the level of detailed observations and care that I provide for the people I serve. (That sometimes earns my observations some privilege and professional courtesy.)

Sophia, one noteworthy feature of ADD as it presents in women is that school often provides a structural framework that allows girls with ADD to thrive (or at least do OK enough to not be noticed as struggling). When such a girl becomes an adult, the struggles become much more obvious because as adults we are supposed to provide our own structure, and sometimes we cannot. In your case if/when you do decide to pursue this, it might do well to seek out a mental health professional who specializes in adults with ADD/ADHD who will be more familiar with the ways that can play out.

Kansas City is flooding now too.

Oh, shit! My parents are in Hawaii. I really hope they don't come home to a flooded basement. I wonder if my brother has thought to check.