fucking ADD

i was talking to my sister this past weekend, and apparently she agress that i have ADD too.

want proof?

i'm working on my resume, and 2 lines into it, i open IE and start surfing. i finish an article, and then i do some work stuff, only to go back to working on my resume after a couple minutes. i then opened up blogger and started writing about my ADD.

i would take meds to control it, but then i'm afraid it would kill my wonderful, vibrant personality.

(it's 5 minutes after the last paragraph. i just checked my email and wimbledon results and mardy fish's website and dana's dirt. god, i'm useless.)