It's like I'm congenitally unable to actually finish whatever it is I'm currently doing before I start on the next thing on my list. For example: Write thank you cards - I will address them all and then stop and do something else and then go back to writing them out and then. THEN! When I am on my last card I will suddenly SWITCH to the next task. Because why? I don't know.
I'm still holding on to the card. It's right in front of me. But now I'm googling information on what I can use to replace buttermilk in a recipe [hint: you can make your OWN buttermilk by adding vinegar to regular milk, but that's too science experiment-y for me, so I just don't make the recipe]. And then I have to get up and find the stupid eye glass cleaner wipes because I can't see out of my filthy, filthy glasses [seriously, it's like my eyeballs spew oil] and then I sit down again and THERE IT IS. The card. That I still haven't written.
So of course, I immediately remember that I have to print something, except I fucking hate printing stuff like you would not believe. A white hot hate. A hate that would melt your face like in Raiders of the Lost Ark. A hate that . . . why, you ask? Because my laptop isn't hooked up to a printer and we don't have wireless printing [because we are in the dark ages and are really, really uncool] and I have to UNPLUG and MOVE my computer and slide my chair about 3 feet across to the girl's desk where there is a printer and then I have to PLUG IN the printer and then -
Ugh. Forget it. Too exhausting.
It's a wonder someone hasn't put me out of my misery.