Dear God:

[twitchnosewitch]

I'm doing my best, but I'm not perfect. I don't think I'm strong enough to do what you want; I'm not even sure what it is you want. If you don't tell me exactly what I'm suppose to do I can't promise to get things right and it's not fair of you to hold that against me.

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[fervens_deus]

I'm not holding it against you, Rosie. Consider this my way of standing on the train tracks and waving like a maniac. He threw me for a bit of a loop with the medications. Unfortunately, when I'm in mortal body, I'm a bit more effable than not.

[twitchnosewitch]

What am I supposed to do, then?

[fervens_deus]

I've been thinking about that. Obviously, his mucking about with his medications has flushed my first idea down the toilet.

[twitchnosewitch]

Should I keep him off the drugs?

[typeo_support]

Oh, Rosie... is there anything I can help with?

[twitchnosewitch]

No, sweetie, if I'm going to fuck up a divine quest I'm not dragging anyone else down with me.

[fervens_deus]

Help might be a good idea. He might fight it.

[twitchnosewitch]

Ted has enough to worry about. I won't let my friends get hurt because I screwed up.