I saw my psychiatrist yesterday--not my therapist, but the guy who oversees my antidepressants, adjusts them as needed, etc. I told him I was feeling very ADD/ADHD. After we talked a bit, he offered to schedule some testing with a specialist and I said, sure, yeah, let's go for it. Why not.
I'm just here twiddling my thumbs with low-level anxiety. I'm just here to tell you every last little banal thing about my life. I'm seeing the dentist today. I have a red pen. The sky is grey here. Limping dogs make me sad.