I sulk around my filthy house thinking about all the shit I need to do, praying to feel the inspiring whack of the executive function fairy godmother.

Its been a while did she get in an accident or something?

Moments like this are like dreams for me.

I’ll start doing something. And it starts to actually get done. Then I’ll throw in another task and it’s getting done too. I’ll realize that I’m getting stuff done, and excitedly try to get more stuff done.

But once I realize that I’m getting stuff done, I “wake up” and it all falls apart, and I’m left with 6 tasks at 75% completion.