FLIP! Kill Me!

I was in the damn middle of a train of thought, and my stupid red pen just up and quit working. Now I can't finish the thought.

No, I can't use another color.

Yes, I realize how stupid that sounds, and I don't care. Where my blog here is concerned, I'm obsessively organized...I have different topics color coordinated. That also helps me to tell me which hand-written draft is which when I'm working on multiple ideas at once.

You read that right. I said hand-written drafts. I have a physical copy of every single post I've put up here. I've had enough bad luck - experience, whatever you wanna call it - related to my computer(s) and the internet. Considering how therapeutic this outlet is for me, I don't want to take the risk that I could lose all of it forever. Well, that and the fact that I have a borderline inappropriate obsession with notebooks and pens, and writing things. Oh, and my hand-writing and how it changes/evolves.

Oh who am I kidding? I'm a pack-rat, and having a hard copy of my posts fuels my need to have things to keep track of and store somewhere.