I've been too disorganized the last three weeks to post anything new. (Not that being disorganized is anything new unto itself.) But I took a vacation from Adderall because it was making me feel like hell rewarmed in the microwave, and I sorta went kaplooey: I was falling over in a dead sleep in the middle of writing, and five times I got so carried away with painting furniture all sorts of fun colors and patterns that I stayed up until 4 and 5 a.m.
Last night I was walking the dogs in my neighborhood, not far from my house and a common route for me, and so lost in thought was I that for two very long seconds, I had no idea where I was. The surroundings did not look familiar at all; I could have sworn I was heading west toward a busy thoroughfare but in fact was heading south, toward a less-traveled street. This totally freaked me out: It struck me that this must be what Alzheimers patients feel like. (What if I HAVE Alzheimer's disease? What if this is one of those early-early freak cases of Alzheimer's?) OMG. Now I am really scaring the sh!t out of myself.
