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.
Damn.
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Isn't reading The Official Site Of Grant Miller therapy enough?
Um, I can blog with the best of them and I am ADD. You shouldn't be asking a GP about ADD anyway, you need to ask a pharmapsycologist or whatever they are called. and you don't want Ritalin, you want Adderall. Trust me, I know of what I speak.
I just want a doobie.
So, that explains why you ignore your blog, from time to time, days on end.
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Dear Diary,
Saw that adorable Tobey Maguire-looking patient today. He asked me something about his health, but I was so distracted by his charm that I blathered something about therapy. SO STUPID! Maybe I have ADD.
Love,
Hot Doctor
I thought it was, Grant.
Lu, your advice is duly noted.
Mother Hen, love the Chicken Lady schtick.
Jin, good point. I should have told him that I slack occasionally. Maybe that would get me the drugs.
WT, I considered that he may have been thinking just that. Thanks for confirming!
CP
I wonder if he thinks your body is a wonderland? Don't answer that. Poor George.
Perhaps he presumed your issues were bigger than your body gives you credit for.
John Mayer used to busk at our Borders years ago, before he broke. He was cute and charming, and used to send me e-mails about his shows.
I think I'm ADD, too. Or maybe I just want a job where I can blog all the time.
Dale, my body is in fact a wonderland. People constantly wonder why it looks the way it does.
Touche, Tumuli.
Beth, now I am green with envy. Did John hit on all the female employees? He has a rep for being quite the lech, but not necessarily in a bad way from what I can tell. Do you still get emails from him? I haven't cyberstalked him yet, but if and when I do, I'll send you his email if I find it. Or maybe I need Pink Fluffy Slippers over here to help me out.
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