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It's my bedtime but I challenged myself to write the entire week so even though I'm tad bit sleepy, here I go.

 I actually miss writing on a nice notebook with my green Pilot pen. I miss my dresser back home. My husband got me a table that was supposed to take that (GMA dresser) role but COVID happened, so the table is now my office.  

I used to always own 3 (or more) green Pilot pens - for home, office, and my purse. And like Chapsticks, I often lose the purse pen. So it gives me a little bit of pride when any of the other 2 reach the end of its life and run out of ink. And like all my other possessions, I usually drop these pens, hence the "or more" part. It's a known fact that Pilot pens get choppy when dropped. I try to replace it at once.

Yes. I got side tracked thinking about my green Pilot pens when I was supposed to be writing something with substance. 

I got nothing. 

So here's more random blabber which is also ink-related. 

I just realized that a lot my friends have tattoos. I used to want one. I kinda still do. But I fear that if I choose an artistic or pretty design, I will eventually get over it, or worse, find the design cheesy/cringey in the future. Afterall our taste changes over time. Tattoo commitment issues exist! 

On the other hand, lasers now exists! However even with that knowledge, I do not have that urge to get one. So maybe I don't really care for it? Idk.

 This is long enough. *scrolls up* 

Yup. Good enough for my future self's entertainment.

 

 

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