Meanwhile, several weeks later...

That weekly blog thing? Yeah, you can see it didn't quite work out that way...

I could give several reasons, but most would be out-and-out lies, and I don't do that. The truth is simple.

I didn't feel like it.

Which is a sign of being normal, of course. But it seems to be my way a lot; way too much in fact.

Throughout my entire life, I have had a constant failing that most people pick up on to one extent or another. To wit: I don't finish things. My carry-through blows. Keeping my mind on task for very long is nearly impossibl...look, a squirrel! (Yeah, it is kinda like that.)

Sometimes, I wonder what it would have been like to have been born twenty years or more later; to have gone to school when the buzzword was just getting started: ADHD. Let me explain.

I was bored in school. REALLY bored. I became a disruptive element in class not because I was a dick but because I felt like I was driving a car that could go 300 mph and the speed limit was 10. In the 60's and 70's, I was told to "behave and pay attention, because you'll need this someday." People didn't understand I had it already. Imagine going to a room for seven hours a day and listening to everyone reciting the alphabet veerrrrryyy sslllooooowwllyy. That was school for me. I hated math class. "Show your work," they said. I could do that shit in my head without trying. WHAT GODDAMNED WORK CAN I SHOW? Teachers were pissed and wondered how I could be cheating so well. I wondered why they couldn't accept the fact I knew how to diagram sentences and short-divide math and what a tectonic plate was and just teach me something I don't already know!!!

It probably would have been worse if I was born in 1980. They would have slapped a Ritalin IV on me and buried my brain in chemicals. I can't help but wonder how many kids were diagnosed as ADHD and all they really were was smarter than expected.

For anyone who wasn't sure before, I will tell you: This is what the manic part of manic-depression is like. My mind is doing 90 again and I really need to sleep. Today, I was interviewed by a Chicago TV station on why Putnam County is so good at predicting the winners in state and federal races. I'm pretty certain during the course of the interview I might have shouted the formula for cold fusion and the AIDS cure and nobody would have noticed since my mind was racing faster than my mouth could keep up.

BPD2 ... simply...IS.