He went on for a couple of hours, went in the kitchen, drank more, passed out for a couple of hours. Got lost (straight line then a right turn) going back to his room, ended up halfway under the kitchen table. Kicked over the water bowl, leaving a mess. Not to mention Biscuit needs lots of water available.
I didn't know any of this, he screamed and cursed at me for a while, then said "please, I want to go back to my room". I can respect that (he also had to use his urinal, and it would have been that or an additional mess on the floor), so I pushed him to his bed. When I started pushing him he began screaming at me again, I asked him where he thought we were going.
"I don't know".
And it is 2 AM. Hopefully I can get a couple hours of sleep.
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