I left my journal at work on Thursday. It’s kind of killing me. I go through periods of not writing much in my journal, but I’m currently in a place where I’ve been writing in it pretty regularly, so it sucks that I’ve been without it for a few days now. It’s funny how many times I’ve went to write in it, only to remember that I can’t. Blah.
I suppose I could work on some stuff on the computer, but it isn’t the same, at least not for me, at least not lately. I need that space to ramble, and I prefer doing that by writing instead of typing. At least I’ll be able to use it again soon.
On a slightly related note, I’m totally stealing Heather’s habit of writing down one good thing that happens every day. I want to get a little notebook for it and start at the beginning of the year. It should be interesting.