The Clock is Ticking

So, I had a date last night (we'll call him G). We were supposed to have dinner and catch a movie. Ha.

We met outside a little restauarant near the movie theater, only to discover it was closed. We left my car there and went over to a restaurant a few minutes away. Dinner was great. It's easy to talk to G. He's funny, smart, keeps up with my sense of humor. Just an all-around good guy from what I've seen, and not hard to look at, either. I've thoroughly enjoyed both evenings I've spent with him.

We go back over to grab my car and head to the movie only to discover my car's been towed. Lovely. There was a sign in the lot that I saw, but I never imagined that it would be gone an hour and 15 minutes after I parked it--who's to say I wasn't eating in one of the restaurants that was open in the strip center? Turns out, G had his truck towed from the same place about a year ago.

So, G offers to pay for to get the car back (very sweet, if you're reading this, thank you again.). Three phone calls later, we pull into a spot on the street and walk up to the office at the storage lot. The guy working there wants nees my driver's license--which I've indavertently left in Angleton. We race out to catch the notary parked outside and get a power of attorney notarized so that G can remove my car from the lot. Then, we discover that the lot only takes cash and it's to the tune of $171.89 ("exact change please, $172 will be fine")! We hunt for an ATM, get the cash, run back, and manage to still get my car out of the lot by 11. Ugh.

Looking at the paperwork, I was parked less than an hour when they towed it. Shit.

As we were crawling back in his truck to go find an ATM, I told him that I would do whatever to make it up to him, only half-jokingly--whatever he wants, don't even ask, just tell me what it is.

The funny thing is, as screwed up as the evening was, I had a good time. A really good time. I enjoyed his company, talking with him, and laughing at ourselves over the car. I told him it was one of the more...interesting...dates that I'd had before, and probably the only one that I had a good time regardless of the events.

Gonna have to try that date again though, minus the towing.

Earlier today I was asked about A.D.D. Now, I seriously think that I am A.D.D., and I think I developed it as an adult, because I don't remember being like this as a kid.

When was the last time you went to the kitchen on a specific mission, say to get a glass of water, and 20 minutes later realized you were still thirsty? Much like my dear puppy, I can’t seem to stay focused for very long on any one task. Let me explain how my brain functions…

On a good day at work (and by good, I mean I started it with 2 or 3 cups of coffee—I’ll explain later.), I chat online, work on my budget, analyze a section of my collection, and have the radio going, while discussing the current debate topic with a student. All of the tasks are completed at the best possible level and in a timely fashion. On a bad day (a day I’ve either run out of coffee or decided to swear off the evil beast and go without caffeine), all I manage all day long is to read reviews for 10-15 books and eat lunch. Now, granted, that’s not all I do in that day, but that’s all I complete.

The key for me is the caffeine. In an ADD or ADHD individual, caffeine has the opposite effect as it does in a “normal” person. For some reason, and science hasn’t adequately explained this, caffeine helps control the misfiring in the brain. Now, my mind never stops working. I read in bed because I can focus a large part of my mind on the book—reading the words, comprehending them, painting the images in my mind. The only other way I’ve ever been able to fall asleep is when R “talks me to sleep.” He’s got a really nice voice that just slows me down—sounds like he’s from South Carolina. He'll attest that I just doze right off.

I had a great boss in college who kept chocolate around at work--Hershey's minis. If I got too wired or too spaced out, she'd toss a couple my way. Love that woman.