New journals make me so excited. Despite the fact that they're destined to pretty much fall into ruin as recorders of the nonsense yammering I fill them with, and despite the fact that I can very easily type everything in to my computer...it's not the same. Journals are journals are journals. And I love watching my handwriting change with my moods. One moment, it's long and intricate, the next it's text-book Asian schoolchild, no slants, neat loops, and the next it's all capitals, two millimetres tall and easy to read, even from two feet away.
If your eyes are good.
Christmas is coming! Be very, very quiet.
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- Red and white and nearly over.
On with the Fadding.
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