This week I've done three things: stack bricks, watch The Office, and avoided cleaning the kitchen. I only have one week left. I'm exhausted. It seems like forever.
There's a man on Ellen, in the next room, talking about ADHD. "This is about you," Amanda tells Ethan. He wants her to change the channel back to OPB. "This is about you; you have ADHD." An amateur's diagnosis. Ethan is confused.
"What's that? Is it a disease? Is it bad? Is it bad?"
"Sometimes it is," my sister replies.
Waffling in THREE dimensions.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Sore
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