Lol. My sister’s cat got out and is currently on walkabout. I was trying to make a poster for it. My computer? Dead. My yibikey? Lost in the couch. I set up the computer to charge. I took the entire couch apart. What I found out is that my kid is a crumb magnet and there were crumbs EVERYWHERE. I went to get the vacuum. I struggled to use the hand attachments to clean all the crevices. I ended up moving the couch to vacuum underneath it. I washed couch cushion covers. I broke out upholstery cleaner.

I made a trip to Target to specifically buy a stick vac to make this job easier. I tore apart a storage closet to find the couch inserts that we bought to prevent it from scraping up the hardwood. I loaded the dishwasher (but did not start it for … Reasons). My kitchen and living room? Cleaned.

The couch got cleaned. The furry missing poster did not get made. I am supposed to be working on it now.

ADHD is my whole life. That’s how I spend all my time. Reeling like a drunken idiot from task to task or rotting for days. There is no in-between.

I’m in this picture lol

Caffeinatedoppossum is a cool userame. I’d rather go with coked up possum, or some other kind of more exciting drug, if I had a pal possum that did drugs with me, alas, I don’t, not yet. I don’t want coke though, I want new and exciting drugs. And amanita muscaria, going to start that on the regular.