I saw our unbearably adorable John Mayer-looking doctor today. I asked him if I should get tested for ADD since I can't seem to get shit done at work for lack of concentration. He paused for a minute, and then asked what enjoyable creative outlets I have.
"Well, I've been enjoying my writing lately," I told him.
"What kind of writing?"
"I have a blog."
"Oh. So how often do you update your blog?"
"Two or three times a week, give or take."
"Well then, you probably don't have ADD. You didn't have it as a child, and you've shown through your blogging that you are able to concentrate on something as long as you find it somewhat interesting."
All I really wanted was some Ritalin and an excuse to keep seeing him once a month. Instead, he's making me go to therapy, and I don't get to see him again until January.
I'd fire him if he weren't so damn attractive. And now that he knows about my blog, I'm going to have to remove any possibly identifying information.
11 hours ago