A real bona fide ADD post

Hello all, today I come to you with an extreme disability to concentrate. You must forgive me if this is an eratic post wrough with spelling errors and bad grammar, but I simply can't help it.

I feel like I am in the throws of a crack addiction. I wonder if this is what it feels like? I think I just lost control of my legs, and there is a purple ardvark hovering above my head. Looks slightly like Jimmy Hoffa. Not sure what this means.

Okay, back to it. This job, I think it's this job. I have had nothing to do all day and the most normal I have felt was about two seconds ago when I typed the word "word," yeah, just there. I need a purpose, and this job does nothing to fill it. That is why I can go home and work for hours on video projects; because everything I do and create for a project at home is my own. It can be used. It is quantifiable. It is tangible. It is bona fide. That last one is the most important.

And I am not using the term bona fide in its exact, original context, but (a), I qualified this post beforehand and told you all that it will be cracked out beyond belief, and (b), because that old context is quite crotchety and carries with it too much baggage. From time to time, words should be used in a new context just to revive them. For example, a popular new saying that has come about in recent weeks among the vocabularically-forward is to "peace the area." This means that you will be leaving in a somewhat haphazard and raucous fashion. It is taking a stodgy old word and breathing new life into it in an effort to make the world a more interesting place.

So anyway, this non-concentration stuff is starting to go away, but there is still a severe cobweb nesting cozily between my ears that is pulling the right neurons to tell my brain "go to sleep, Craig, no one will notice, you can just sleep right here and..." (snoring) Whoa! Okay, I'm back. I just took a little snooze there, but now I am back. Then the cobweb starts poking again, this time saying: "Craig, what about your queen-sized bed back home? Doesn't that sound far-preferable to this cubicle napping? (For some reason the voice always sounds like Dracula on valium to me)" This is when my willpower starts to get wane and I feel like truly the best thing to do would be to make sure I get to bed immediately. Whoa, this computer is starting to go a little crazy, I am going to peace the area before it crazhes and I lose all this stuff...