What day is it again
December 3, 2000

This weekend was just one of those weekends. I couldn't write, since I didn't quite know when the days started or stopped! It was that kind of weekend.

Mommy and daddy were doing stuff straight through till the sun came up! I don't know why they were doing that, but they were. Daddy worked on his plane, and mommy worked on something. I'm not too sure, even now.

Daddy finished his plane. He's going to take it to work and fly it at lunch. Mommy is taking the parts off of a bike. She said she needs them for a project. I wonder what kind of project she is planning now and why it would call for bike parts.

I got my water fountain cleaned. I guess mommy and I shed enough that some of it was caught in the pump. Now that I think of it, there was a lot more of mommy's hair than of mine. Interesting. Mommy's still on that cleaning spree. She said tomorrow it really starts. That kind of scares me. Mommy is weird when she starts to clean.

I talked to Brittany. We actually talked quite a bit. I told her all about how I didn't think I was getting enough food, and she told me about school. It was very nice to get a chance to talk to someone who is willing to listen. Since mommy and daddy won't.

I've been semi bad. Last night I was kind of bad. Mommy was dusting the book shelf and I kind of attacked her. I cut her with my tooth pretty bad. She was very upset and there was that red stuff coming from her hand. Now she doesn't really talk to me too much. I think she is really upset. She has had a really hard time doing some things. I hope that doesn't affect her feeding me. Oh, please be O.K. mommy. I don't want your hand to be hurt like that. I need you to feed me. Please be ok mommy. Please.

Well, maybe I should check mommy and remind her that she needs to feed me. Even if it is about 14 hours early. It never hurts to be early. I also need some sleep. I'm really behind in it and I think it would be a good idea to try and catch up. Night diary.

-Skittles

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