organized chaos

Someone’s gonna have to get me one of these to drive, ’cause I just upgraded the memory in my laptop.

By myself.

With no screaming or pulling out of the hair.

Now, to be fair, I’ll tell you that my dad showed me a few weeks ago where it would go, once I got it. And can I just say that I was so freakin’ scared of wrecking My Precious by touching the memory card wrong, or shoving it too hard into the slot?

It only took me a couple tries, and whammo! I can finally use Photoshop. I can reboot my laptop in less than 5 minutes. In the words of Nacho Libre, “My life is goood. Really goood. It’s fantastic!”

And while I was attempting a nap this afternoon, which by the way didn’t happen, I got to thinking about how cool it would be to be able to install a memory upgrade in my brain. I may have mentioned that my own memory leaves much to be desired. But think about the speed and efficiency part of upgrading memory on a computer.

Everything runs so much smoother and faster. I’m a little like that when my Ritalin’s working. For about an hour after each dose, I am Wonder Woman. It’s like my brain wakes up and whoa!

The heavens open up.

The oceans roar.

My mind works with precision and clarity.

I don’t need to eat.

No thank you to sleep.

Hello good times.

Hallelujah and Amen, I can even form a complete sentence then speak it without forgetting what I was going to say or what that word was that I’ve spoken a million times, yet somehow it’s escaped my memory.

I like the Ritalin. Is that what everyone feels when they are truly awake? Is that what I’ve missed all my life due to narcolepsy? I think if I were awake (mentally) all the time, no one would be able to stand me. Either that, or I might get elected for President of All Things Good and Right.

But as it stands, mental fog is my thorn. And the only thing I’m a President of is Gremlin Central. Of which I’m not only the President, but also a member.

So I’m not going to lament. But in Heaven? Man, that’s going to totally rock.