Welcome to my thought process.

Writing my paper on the publication of Doctor Zhivago, I look up and out of the window. "Man alive, its cold. I hope it snows! I wonder if I can still do a back handspring? SHIT! That Millenium scholarship application is due Monday! I should write that down. Oh, well. I'mma write in my blog!"

Damn it. I wonder if I really DO have ADHD.

I REALLY need to get this done. I AM going to bed by 1AM. Peace out, bitches.