And they just made me take a Tegratol for some reason . . .

I couldn't even stick it under my tongue and fake taking it cuz they've got this fucking camera watching me. WHY WHY WHY did they make me take that just now??? I tried to tell them, look, I'm here to have seizures, and nurse lady was like "well let me go ask," and she came back and said the doctor WANTED me to take it. That is going to put off my first seizure until AT LEAST tomorrow, if not Wednesday. Because, you know, I want to be in here getting escorted to poop for as long as fucking possible. I am legit angry. That's fine, just fine, assholes. You know what that means? It means the house music's coming back on, the caffeine's gonna keep flowing, I'm gonna start watching a whole bunch of "screamer" flash videos, and if I'm awake at 4 in the morning (which I will be), you get to take me to the bathroom. My lunch btw:

And the kitchen closes at 6:30. Um, this is hospital, not a fucking nursing home. Something tells me I'm gonna be sending Steve to get me shakes tonight.