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My mother bought Emmett one of those plastic balls to run around in. He's a tad confused about the whole thing. He's doing the same thing he did with the wheel, where he stands up inside and sniffs it, pushes it so it rolls a little, then sits down as if he's thinking about it really hard.

The funny thing was watching my mother spazz out when he was leaving pellets inside the wheel. "He can't run in a wheel filled with poop!" Actually, Mom, he kind of doesn't have a choice considering he does it every minute or so. Trying to explain to her that even with that he's the cleanest pet I've ever owned was harder than it should have been, although she did make a comment about him not smelling bad at all.

Well, for the most drunk I've ever been, I don't have much of a hangover. I'm a little tired, but nothing more than usual, really. Heh. Well, I might not have my brother's capacity for alcohol, but I totally pwn him on the morning-after thing. :)

Amaretto and coke is one of my new favorite drinks. They were yummy, y'all.