Steph and Andi, You know, I'd be really surprised in my friend was NOT ADD. She's known for making plans and forgetting them and other manifestations of 'flakiness.' She says she's really able to focus with the drug and, goodness knows, she's done wonderfully in getting into shape. The extra energy and focus have translated into a good workout ethic.

I've got focus issues too, but I can't see myself as ADD.

I wonder if there is a non-prescription option for fixing that. Now that I know I'm not actually sick with anything, I've got about 30 lbs to lose and am, to be honest, jealous of my friend's experience.

Having come from a family of addicts though, I'm not dancing with uppers. I would probably like them way too much. I suppose my own fears are what is fueling my concern for my friend.

Charoset is good. (It'll be a little dish of a weird brown-looking thing. That's chopped up apples and walnuts mixed with wine or grape juice and cinnamon.)

Okay, so I read this when you posted and was remembering how good that stuff is and then a few minutes ago I got hungry so I chopped up an apple and then randomly grabbed a spoonful of this hot buttered rum mix I had in the cabinet which is basically a ton of spices and a little brown sugar, to dip the apple slices in, and I never even connected the two until I came back here and read Barb's post and was all "man, I can just taste that stuff right now."

Um, yeah. Brain not fully functional today.

Charoset is my absolute FAVE. Yum.

One of my own seder rules is that I always wear something in the brown-purple spectrum, because I have not yet been able to get through a seder without spilling wine or charoset or horseradish, but I assume that other people aren't quite as clumsy as me.

One of my own seder rules is that I always wear something in the brown-purple spectrum, because I have not yet been able to get through a seder without spilling wine or charoset or horseradish, but I assume that other people aren't quite as clumsy as me.

Oh! This is SO me! Brown dress! That's what I'll wear!

My backgammon day got cancelled. Other guy forgot and took work. So I found the Time Warner cable office and traded in my cable box for their dvr. After some futzing, the picture looks good. But the dvr playback controls suck. When trying to rewind a little, it jumps back to the start of the program. Crazy. Still waiting for the program guide to download so I can start programming shows.

So, I've had to skip again because of computer problems. I'm in the process of figuring out the next computer I'm getting and trying to get one as quickly as possible.

My shrink started me on Strattera for ADD, since I told him I'd been tentatively diagnosised and was planning on getting tested. He ruled out the stimulant ADD meds since hyping up the brain and Bipolar disorder aren't a good choice. This takes a while to work and I'm starting to notice a difference, it's just little things. Like the other day when I came home and did 5 things that had multiple steps to get them done. It sounds silly describing it but I dind't get overwhelmed or side tracked.

I should be doing Passover cleaning. I'm not. It just looks too daunting.

So, Minnesota still has no Senator.

Someone sent this bit of funny in a letter to the editor in the Star Tribune:

Norm Coleman is doing the "Minnesota Goodbye." That's when your last party guest is about to leave and finally go home but instead they linger by your half-opened front door to chat.

"Well, it's getting late, Norm. ... Thanks for coming. ... Yup, talk to you later, Norm. ... I need to close the door now, Norm, because the cat might get out and there's a cold draft coming in. ... OK, goodbye ... I've got a really early morning tomorrow, Norm. ... Yes, bye-bye now ... Drive home safely, Norm."

Now your guest is in your driveway continuing to talk so loudly you're afraid he'll wake the neighbors. Tired and shivering by your open door, you wonder if this guy is ever going to leave and go home.

So true.

Well, I cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and broke down some cardboard boxes so that I can take them down to the garage tomorrow. That's progress, I guess.