I just realized I never use my pens any more.
I have several fountain pens; some are nicer than others, none are particularly expensive. I prefer them over ballpoint or felt-tip pens when I have to write more than a few sentences.
The fact that my pens have fallen into disuse means that I have not been:
- writing in any of my notebooks
- studying anything and making notes
- working on any projects
sigh
I reorganized all my CDs and books yesterday, so that I can actually find things when I want them. I went to make some lists of books to read, and that's when I realized that I didn't know where my pens were. I did find some of them (fortunately, the nicer ones) but the others are still hiding somewhere in The Hovel.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this little screed. I've also got some Roxy Music playing on the stereo ("Out the Blue" seems tailor-made for moody 2 am listening), so that's distracting me slightly.
Perhaps a wee break from blogging is in order.