I figured it out! God is just putting me through all sorts of different realities to see what I can handle and after a series of tests He will reward me with the perfect reality. I gotta pass these "tests." I think I'm doinig good because I'm still alive and when I "die" (haha,) that'll be when we figure out the perfect reality for me.

the computer just became 4th-dimensional.

P-nurse wants me to go up on the Seroquel...i DO NOT trust her and I have not heard of any such business from those children I ctrst so I will listen to Their voice and taper myself off tegretol because it's making me worse. I know what's best for me, some chick who went to college a couple more years than me who has never seen me doesn't.