More Adventures in Ritalin

Here's the thing about my version of ADD. I'm always trying to squeeze Just One More Thing in. Like today, I got to my tutoring appointment the hell on the south shore early, like 25 minutes early. So instead of being early, I was hungry, so I decided to see if I could get a REALLY quick lunch somewhere. And the first place I passed after having this excuse for a thought was an Italian restaurant in a strip mall. It didn't look especially nice on the outside. Come over to the door, and there's a Bad Sign ITO meal speediness in that the menu is encased behind glass. And there's a waiter in a tuxedo there. But anyway, they're happy to seat me for a 4:00 dinner, and I sit down, and they bring over really good bruscetta and some kind of spread for the bread, and I bet if I'd had time I would have really done justice to the bruscetta. I decide to order ravioli stuffed wtih duck, because the hell? I've never had duck ravioli. And I have a bad habit of ordering duck in restaurants. So the meal comes, and it's delicious, and I'm wolfing it down the way you'd wolf down fast food in the car. And I get to my appointment about ten minutes late, with significant heartburn from the bruscetta and spread and the steaming hot freshly made duck ravioli.

I consider ten minutes late on time, really.

My shrink finds this kind of story funny. And diagnostic, I think.