There is something wholly ironic about completely losing your train of thought in mid-sentence in the middle of writing an essay about being diagnosed with AD/HD. But there I was, typing away, words flying out onto the screen and BAM! Gone. What the hell was I going to write next? Fuckadamnduck. Might as well go do something else, because that ain’t coming back to me any time soon. This is my brain. Welcome to it…. Keep reading…Thus it was…