Late last year I was diagnosed with attention deficit disorder. (That’s right–this blog isn’t some attempt to cash in on the popularity of Alan David Doane’s. Hey, we all know how that kind of thing turns out!) One of the symptoms of this disorder, aside from the fact that I can’t carry on a conversation if someone puts a cereal box with words on it in front of me, is that I procrastinate, because I can’t focus enough to actually do things that require any planning. Right now there’s a hella big list of such things:
* Buy a new cell phone to replace current broken one
* Buy new sneakers to replace current broken ones
* Set up stereo surround equipment given to us as wedding gift last August
* Order satellite TV now that our cable has been taken away
* Get JRR Tolkien-related tattoo
* Order wedding album from photographer (again, wedding took place last August)
* Buy laptop for which gift of money from parents for wedding was intended to provide
Here’s what we’re gonna do. Every time I actually do one of these things, I will let you all know. It’s gonna be like you’re right inside my head, struggling past the shiny objects that distract me (the new Led Zeppelin triple-live album, Kingpin issue one) and moving toward fulfillment. (In other words, don’t hold yer breath.)