ADD Rocks!

I'm at work here in the heart/liver of Taipei. The air condition is on full blast which is fine because I don't think I could handle the 97 degree heat any other way. I should be working and writing tests, but every time I look at the screen to start writing, my eye does this little spasm thing and I start thinking of what else I should be doing. More like what else I'd prefer to be doing. I'm working on an article for an outside magazine and the due date is six day away. I've interviewed a few people, arranged for a couple more and now I'm just trying to put it all together. I'm taking next Monday afternoon off to do some of the work and I'll also go out this weekend and get even more of it done. This will be my first official outside writing job that pays. No, that's wrong. I've done others but this will be a nice one that I've been wanting to write for a while. It's on giving birth to a child here in Taipei.
Tonight my daughter is having a performance at school. It will be a horrendous event, with kids hopping around a stage, but she'll enjoy it and pass out later in the afternoon. I made the mistake of parking at the lot instead of taking the bus today. I'll pay through the teeth this evening, but I won't have to carry a tired child, my bags, and possibly groceries on the bus and into my car. I'm trying to convince myself that I did the right thing. It's not working.
OK, I'm going to do my work for the next 45 minutes without stopping. Here I go.

Crossed Over to the White Side

For the past few months I've been obsessed with my new Macs. We bought a Mac Mini for the house and I kicked my stinky, old Acer Travelmate to the curb in favor of a Macbook. I'm in love. I love the way they feel, look, and run. In the process of my little romance, I tried to join the world of the Mac blog, but that was rather pointless. It's not like I was looking for an audience, but to even look at my own blog I'd have to join and have a membership. At $60 bucks a year, I figured maybe not. Besides, the frequency at which I do this is just so lame that I couldn't justify the expense.
I'm getting my daughter to bed and thinking that I'm feeling an earthquake. It's probably just fatigue setting in. I'm tired, but I feel such a need to do so much. There is never enough time to get all of my life accomplished. I'm afraid of losing it and missing out on something. When I was a kid I hated to sleep because I was afraid that something would happen without me. I feel the same way now and I'm 35.