Most of the time ADHD is a pain in the ass. Like first thing on a weekend morning when you're trying to be frisky with the spouse but the squirrels in your brain are singing an earworm and wanting to research refrigerators. Other times it's pretty boss, like tonight when I took out the trash and ended up pulling weeds down the west side of the house, half the driveway, and the front walk, then sweeping the excess dirt and wondering if I can afford an electric leaf blower.