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Happy 105 post!

Now stop smiling.

Well, you don't have to. Just know that I am not.

I think that my mechanical baby...

is the spawn of the Devil himself.

I have had it since YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.

The sheet is almost entirely filled out.

Sure we had a party for the babies that involved Napoleon Dynamite bi-products.

But the baby is not satisfied.

It either wants Attention,

Food,

Burped,

or a changed diaper.

I am sorry.

But at 11:41, 12:05, 12:52, 1:14, 1:23, 2:35, 2:41, 5:54, 6:10, 6:50, 7:10, 7:21, and 8:11,

I will be asleep.

You do not need more attention when we had a party in your honor.

When I first woke up to take care of the D.S, I freaked out. Those babies are FREAKY at night.

I hope my brother loves me enough to take care of the D.S. while I have dance.

Of course, the moment I am awake, she is asleep.

I do not dream of going to sleep, because when I do, the D.S. will cry.

Charlotte Mae is gone.

And Gladys Von Truska (a.k.a. The Devil's Spawn)  has taken her place.