I know in my last journal entry, I wrote about the beautiful and magical game of BINGO and how much I enjoy it and it enjoys me. But in this diary entry, loyal journal, there is a touch of sadness because those awful nurses are at it again by not allowing me to play BINGO anymore.

    Yesterday morning, I was minding my own business standing on my table and loudly accusing Dertha of cheating for the fourth time in that game, while also trying to protect my card from the shifty eyes of Chester and Wilford. After I spit in Dertha's breakfast because nobody believed me, I scrambled to be the first to yell "BINGO" before anyone else could yell it, when all of the sudden, the nurses snatched up my BINGO playing card and tackled me.

	Above: Notice that you do not see my gorgeous self in this picture. Which is just fine with me because I do not have time to take pictures of myself playing bingo.

   I managed to eat all of the BINGO beads that you put on the playing cards before the nurses could stop me and try to win with my card, and I wish I had let them have it because now my stomach is giving me the fits! I can't figure out why they pulled me out of the BINGO League, but they sure did, and with lots of force and the black fellas and those painful restraint cuffs on my poor, tired arms.

    It was such a big to-do with everyone coming out of their rooms to see who was causing such a loud ruckus. Of course, I didn't care if the President Pope Pauly the Parrot herself came out of her room to look at me because anybody who was anybody was already playing BINGO at the time so they would have already known what was going on.

    They tossed me onto my bed and eventually gave me my own BINGO set and told me to play by myself in my stuffy old room. But the other players weren't there, and truthfully, the prizes weren't nearly as great as the prizes I used to win.
So far, I've won two of my own shirts, that darling refrigerator magnet that I won in the real BINGO game last month, and of course, my loving journal, which is you (as you know)!

    Needful to say, I am tired of my solitary BINGO games, so I am playing card games by myself. I tried to play Poker, Gone Fishing, and even BINGO cards, but I wish there was some sort of card game that you could play by yourself without having to scream so much. Ah, my teeth hurt me like a dickens!

    So, journal, this time I will play Pinochle with you and I'm going to be watching, so no more cheating! Wait! The nurses are almost he-