Right. So either I'm losing my bloody mind or someone's been nicking my socks. Every last pair. Gone. I don't even know. First my bleeding shoes and now my bleeding socks. Really now. This isn't funny. Whoever it is I'm going to have to hurt you and quite honestly, I don't want to have to make the effort. I'm tired and don't have the energy to be hunting people down. Give me back my socks. We're not in first year anymore. I think we can be a bit more mature about life in general.
Now that
that is taken care of, who has done the Herbology essay? I'm about halfway through and completely out of things to talk about. I'm six inches short of three feet and even if I write larger it won't make it. Help?
I think that essentially wraps up my complaining section of this entry...Oh wait. Down with morning practices and up with sleep. There. That's better.
How many days til hols?