I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I think I have self-inflicted ADD. Maybe the potential for ADD has always been there, but now that I’m trying to launch like a gazillion different side projects/businesses, it’s definitely there in full force now.

I will not be satisfied unless I am doing 16 different things at once. Right now I am writing this entry, desiging mailing labels for work, booking a hotel, researching airfare, talking to my friend Bob (on IM) and my dad (on the phone). And I’m actually aggravated that my browser is being slow, because how dare it take more than one second to load? Jerk.

I used to know how to relax. I used to shut off when the clock struck five and enjoy a glass of wine and conversation with friends. I don’t know the last time I saw my friends after work.

Usually during the day I am working on no less than 3 work projects and 3 side projects simultaneously. I use my commute to balance my checkbook, or read the news, or reply to texts and voicemails. Once home, I eat in my kitchen alone standing up. Oh my god how sad do you feel for me right now? Yeah, but don’t. Because I just came up with another idea, or landed another freelance job and will finish it while you sleep tonight. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

Except I keep taking on more projects and getting less sleep and completely eliminating all downtime. Even on the weekends. And my short term memory has now gone to shit. I have to write everything down. I’m the dork standing in the corner at that party you were at last weekend. It’s cool though. I was jotting down strategies to TAKE OVER THE WORLD.

The past couple of nights I’ve had completely wasted commutes. I’ll start reading my book and 15 pages in, I’ll totally just fall asleep. And stay dead asleep until someone kicks me when we get to the last station. Well it’s more of a helpful nudge, but ‘kick’ just sounds delightfully dramatic.

So last night, I decided this napping on the train thing is probably a sign that I need to take it (a little) easier. And I did something so unlike me as of late: I went home and did nothing that had anything to do with any work ever.

I came home. Heated up leftovers. And ate them while lounging on the couch watching crappy tv! Then I decided to wrap my Christmas presents! While listening to holiday music! Then I took a shower. FOR THIRTY MINUTES. And spent the rest of my night eating guacamole in my bathrobe and watching Lost in Translation by candlelight.

It was the single most enjoyable evening I’ve had in at least six months.

Today, clearly I am back into my normal chaotic flow, but I feel energized and ready to take on 17 differnet things at once!

I took off the two days after Christmas, both so that I could use up the rest of my vacation time and to relax for a few days. Except when I originally said “relax” I really meant “work”. But after last night, I’ve decided that when I leave work on Friday, I am shutting off my brain and I am not going to think or work for the next FIVE DAYS.

Sunday is my birthday (you got 3 shopping days left) and I am spending the entire day in my sweatpants and my bathrobe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

If you are my friend and you see me so much as thinking about using my brain, please slap me. My brain needs a vacation.

And oh yeah, tonight. I’m doing stuff to my hair. Early birthday present. Provided it comes out right, I’ll post pics tomorrow. And if I end up with a blue mullet, I’ll post them tonight because how funny would that be? (OMG Danielle if you give me a blue mullet, I’ll bitch slap you. With love.)