Maybe I should lock my doors.

I asked Colleen this morning where my turtle was. She said she’s never seen it. This caught me off-guard, as I just assumed she has pranked me. I told her that my turtle was gone, and she said it wasn’t her. I can read people by looking them in the eyes. She wasn’t lying.

But if she didn’t take my turtle, who did? And why didn’t they leave a ransom? You can take a lot of things from me, but it’s the sentimental things that hurt the most.

I have a big mouth, there’s a good chance someone overheard me stating that I never lock my doors, as well as the location of the turtle. It’s poetic timing that it was stolen yesterday. I suppose it’ll be even worse when I have to part with the van itself.

I had a stress attack last night. It’s since passed, as I did my homework this morning in minimal time, and then had a spanish test. I didn’t lift this morning. I feel too tired to.