I have done something bad.
I have found this website.
It has everything cute a woman could ask for. So, after Andrew left tonight I did what any woman would do: I bought a journal. It is ridiculously great. It was once a cook book, published in the 1950s. Not anymore. Some cute woman in California tore out the pages and then lovingly stitched in new, blank pages. But not just blank pages. There are three sections: one in cream, one in pink, and one in graph paper. It was 25 dollars. Good style is not cheap. But it was worth it. Why? Because as I type this, 450 blank pages of life are heading my way. I've been so bad at keeping a journal since last summer. Maybe this will help me out.
