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I have not used this website in a dog's age, but Blazer's been blogging and I kind of like the idea of doing some longer-form blogging of my own.

For the past few months I've been adjusting to having almost no emotional-level depression while still having an inordinate (though also lessened!) amount of trouble with executive function. I feel like a normal human person who happens to be very bad at doing tasks, rather than, you know, a blasphemous husk. And - like, I'm not gonna lie, it does kind of suck to be bad at doing tasks. That is not, objectively, fun. But compared to how I was before October, it feels like I'm skipping through a field of daisies. That has a lot of laundry on the floor.

I've wondered if the emotional upswing has been, itself, preventing me from taking The Tasks seriously. Then I remember how many Tasks I was getting done before the upswing [none]. None of that virtue-misery bullshit, thank you. Also - while I'm not doing well on basic maintenance, laundry and dishes and hygiene and all, I've been laying in a ton of long-term Effective Selfishness work (to borrow a Blazerism). I helped Ezra set up a filing system for his medical records yesterday! What the fuck?! And I've got a job coach! I might have a job this spring!

I keep Discordposting about how, honestly, I'm in a really good place. I've made like three posts about it. But it just feels so novel.

Morty knows he shouldn't be screwing around with multidimensional shit. It's dangerous, it's impractical, it's blah blah blah. But it's a potential key to unlimited energy, how does nobody see that? He's built a dimensional siphon (it kind of looks like a cardboard box with a funnel and a TI-84 taped to it, but it damn well works), keyed in the dimensional coordinates to a random plane, and by God he's going to use it.

He flips the switch and waits for the energy bar to fill up.

It does! It fills up very rapidly. Then it explodes, along with the box. There's rather more smoke than there should be, and once the smoke clears someone is standing there.

"Oh dear," Morty says faintly.