So I was busy building with my blocks, not the fall over wooden kind, the plastic stick together kind. I was trying to create a unified system of, well I digress. Anyway the man on the island kept screaming for Wilson, and it sounded like he wanted his mamma. So I started screaming for my mamma each time he screamed for Wilson, but I never looked up from my blocks to see if it helped. Mamma probably helped him. . .
Today 8/31
I woke up today and there was balloons on Dadda's chair! Today is his birthday!
I got him poop. I made it myself.
Dadda put on a movie about a man on an island. His mamma's name was "Wilson," so I called out "mama" each time to help him.
I took a long nap & we went to the peanut place for dinner. I packed my own doggie bag: 1 roll (with a bite out of it). 1 potato skin (also with a bite out of it), and a fork.
Today I am manic rested.
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