Gold Day. Formerly A Day. Day 61.

The colder it gets the more I remember how much I enjoy hats. The cold of winter is no place for the frail and hairless.

Today the FBI class suffered a mass hallucination where they all remembered me NOT telling them to turn in their last assignment. However knowing children are shiftless and shady I always bring receipts and they all acknowledged that it is in fact they the children that are wrong most of the time.

AP Government is preparing for the next test and although it is only half done I feel confident that they are half ready to take it.

This is an abbreviated post as Sybil has stolen ALL of my shoes and hidden them. It's what she does. Is it a hobby? A job? A joke? I will probably never know, but my feet are exposed and I'm cold. Goodnight.