ADHD Diagnostics and the Barbados Estate Funding Project

Lets make this a short one ok Socket Seekers.

The post yesterday was almost 800 words and covered multiple topics. There was something about me being a profane Vampire with doubts about moving to a high desert city in Colorado. Looking back, while playing where the fuck did my pills go? I think that says it all. See, I could have just said that, but instead, 800 words later, we got what happened yesterday.

Also, yesterday was therapy. My therapist thinks I might have ADHD. I am gonna make a run to the grocery store this weekend for burritos, and I need to get my Jeep temperature blend door fixed. She doesn't think I need medication for the ADHD for now. But I did order the part for my Jeep—it will be here before the weekend. While I am getting burritos, I am getting rice and cheese to make my heart attack lunches for next week.

She said I may have "Rejection something something"... I missed it, I was thinking about putting the fenders on my Jeep. Google said it's Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. Remind me to read up on that. I am sure I will feel way better about myself after that.

So this is today's post. I will read up on my latest mental issue; it sounds like so much fun to find out I need more therapy. I may need a GoFundMe for my therapist's mansion in Barbados.

Useless Recap:

• Possible ADHD.
• Jeep is broken again, who needs heat as winter approaches.
• New Fenders still in the box.
• Dopamine hit from writing this blog achieved.

Disclaimer: I may need a 12-step program to stop writing my unfunny jokes. Also, to the island nation of Barbados, please don't sue me; I am not single-handedly funding your luxury real estate market, my mental health provider is.