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I have severe executive dysfunction. I've been dealing with it by having myself do one small task a day. So far it's helped a lot. By doing it this way my brain doesn't freak out trying to tackle everything at once.

I got my inspiration for it from this Donald Duck comic:

"Yeah, I'm going to teleport to Europe for a bit, but I'm cursed to lose something that I had with me in transit every time. So I always carry like two hundred little paper stars with me."

"And that works?"

"Usually. I have an extra pairs of glasses too, and a burner phone. I thought about carrying a shirt and like... leggings or something I could roll up real small, but so far it's never taken my clothes and anyway I could always teleport right back to my room to grab more if I need to."

"Still, it means you can't carry anything expensive with you."

"What? No. Expensive is fine. I just avoid carrying sentimental stuff. Why would I care if it's expensive?"

"Because you don't want to lose expensive stuff?"

"Oh! Oh, no. No dude. Dude. I rob banks like... all the time. Also rich people."

"Wait. The thing with Elon Musk... did you... kill him?"

To remedy this I have made Your Dad, the ultimate 1:1 replica of the average New Jersey father to save the realm and put a stop to my party's sad, horny business.

And before you can even ask "oh what is the Guardian Your Mom or something" of fucking course she is you fool