Recently my therapist asked how my symptoms affect my studies and I told her they don't really, because I like school and I find it easy to pour hours into studying. And then that very day I had to read a page that wasn't super interesting, but it did have a very cute slug on it, and I spent a long time thinking about holding it and how it would feel rasping at my skin.

Slug tax:

When I was in school, nothing could motivate me to clean more efficiently than homework I didn't want to do.

It's not the last minute. It's not time.