Up Close and Personal: The Development of ADD

I'm giving you all an insider's look at the development of ADD. I am an insider in that it's happening to me. You may not have realized that I have the memory of a goldfish or the attention span of a gnat, but have you noticed that I finish all your sentences and, if you pay as little attention to social constraints (such as the one against interrupting) as I do, you finish all of mine? And we can carry on a conversation? Coincidence? I think not. Have you ever asked me how my weekend was? a.k.a. two days ago? And had to remind me what my plans had been? And have you, at any point in time, been telling me something and then stopped to ask me a question? And received only a blank stare? All of you are nodding; I know. And it is dawning on you, as it has on me, that I have ADD. I came to realize what a problem it had become today, when a friend was asking my opinion through a series of questions, and I would begin my answer only to come to a halt immediately thereafter and ask her what her question had been. This happened with Every. Single. Question. Now, ADD isn't the only possible answer. It may just so happen that I'm developing Alzheimer's as well. For instance, I know a girl. Her name is Janelle. It took me three, count them, THREE introductions, until I could finally say that I knew her. I still have no idea where we met before, but she assures me we did. Maybe she didn't have the heart to tell me that we met 20 times before; who knows? I don't! I'm the one with the deficiencies! I blame antiperspirant, with all its aluminum trichlorohexithyriodide... or something. Who needs it? ... Well, OK, it will render me brain dead in the end, but at least I'll smell decent. Which reminds me, I had something in the oven and it smells pretty burnt. I should go check on it. Right after I clip my toenails...