If this isn't ADHD, I don't know what is

So I get high. I’m hungry! I’ll have a snack. I want something sweet, but healthy. Strawberries! Perfect solution. Oh, wow. These strawberries are yummy, my goodness. I look to the cabinet for further munchie inspiration and I see a plastic bottle of chocolate ice-cream-topping. Then I start to think about chocolate, it’s origins, it’s market demand, it’s effect on the history of the global web of trade. To YouTube! Search query: where does chocolate come from? Oh, perfect. A video directed at children looks like the most promising result. I think at first, No, Sarah, you will not sit here, alone and higher than a kite, watching children’s educational television. That is just too absurd. Don’t be that weird. But I do it anyway. I went in for a strawberry and came out with a deep knowledge of the cacao plant and its cultivation and economical effects.

New day, new high, eating a bagel. It’s a beautiful cloudy day outside, so I open the blinds. I see my garden of wildflowers that I planted with the seeds from a birthday card from my friends Kayla and Lisa. I think, Oh yeah. I planted flowers. So I decide that maybe it’d be cool if I watered them. I go out and realize it just rained this morning, so I probably shouldn’t drown the little guys. I observe them. They are juvenile and hopeful. Tiny little seedling babies with no knowledge of the real world. I start to get attached to the little guys and decide that I really do want to help them. I will give them fertilizer! To Google! “Natural home-made fertilizers.” Oh wow it’s a bunch of websites for farmers. No, that’s not what I want. I am not growing crops for nourishment. I am growing flowers. Aha! Compost as fertilizer. I scan the article and I see a general list of ingredients in your typical healthy compost pile: egg shell, coffee grounds, orange peels, animal product. Slow down. I do not have the time and materials to create an entire compost pile, so I decide yeah it’d be cool and normal for me to make a tiny amount. With like, three pieces of eggshell and half an orange peel and a tiny bit of chicken poop. Wait. That is the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. What the fuck. So then I start to think about fertilizer alternatives and I realize that what helps plants grow is essentially the rotting of other things. I think about the beauty of the biosphere and I wonder about the chemical reactions that take place when living things decay. So I went to Google again and read the entire Wikipedia article on “Decomposition.”

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Library Poem 1 (Rough Draft)

200J
I'm here to stay
Group study room like a view to my doom
And the bride to my groom
And those Middle Eastern boys with their designer glasses
Are talking about me, am I in any of their classes?
Cause my purse reeks of weed
And my cleavage may mislead
Them into thinking that 200J
Is my only way