BADD to the Bone

First came MADD, then SADD and now:

BADD!

It's brilliant, actually. This acronym could stand for "Buddhists Against Drunk Driving" OR "Buddhists with Attention Deficit Disorder" (my personal favorite).

The floodgates have opened...This could also stand for:

• Bitches' Alliance for Defensive Driving
• Blondes (united) Against Dumb Dudes
• Beekeepers Association of Dihil, Djibouti
• Boston Angelicans for Due Diligence

Admittedly, this has nothing to do with my task list for the day. But it has helped me to come down out of the intellectual stratosphere after an hour and 15 minute conversation with a grad student about the finer points of critical ethnographic methodologies and connecting theory to practice.

And, I should note, that I have now graduated to a higher dosage of my ADD medication. Normally, I would have questioned whether this was necessary, as I am still unsure of how I feel about taking the medication, period--both because of the risk of dependence and the impact on my bank account (80 bucks every month). In partial answer to my hesitations, yesterday I received this message from S.O.:

Hey--some dude "naylor"? called my phone and left a message for you i think regarding a 2pm meeting tomorrow. This is like the 2nd or 3rd person that has called my cell phone looking for you. is my cell phone listed somewhere in a directory or something?

As it turns out, on two (or three) seperate occasions last week, after encouraging people to use my cell number to contact me, I inadvertantly substituted my HUSBAND'S cell phone number for my own. Last week also marked the return of the sour laundry phenomenon (i.e., the discovery that you put a load in the wash three days ago and then forgot to put it in dryer. Which, of course, is only discovered upon your attempt to wash more clothes.)

So perhaps I should just get over myself and admit that this ADD thing is real and increasing my dosage will probably be helpful.

Inattentively Yours,

F.E.