September 6, 1964
My workers seem to have recieved a weak batch of Joy. That is, it makes them half as happy. Unfortunately, it makes them just as foggy. As a result, they have been doubling up on Joy, and this makes them rather too foggy to work.
They no longer remember to put on their gas masks. Half our Glee Club has gone on holiday from taking off their masks to sing.
Situation urgent. Please advise.