December 21, 2006

150 pages of my life

I'm here at home trying to take it easy. I've taken my medicines. I wanted to nap but Zack would whine and whimper when I try to sleep. When I'm in front of my laptop, he naps. What a silly, funny dog. I also wanted to continue decorating our house, but I realized if I do that, I'll just get tired.

So off I went to get my 150-page journal, the one I started in January 1998. It took me a long time to fill it up, but today, it's full. Finally full. No more space to write in. I used to diligently record everything. Eventually, I couldn't find the time to do that. Reading through this afternoon, some entries made me laugh, some made me smile, others I couldn't even remember writing.

I need a new journal!

I know I have this blog, which also serves the same purpose, but I want another journal. I want something tangible, something I can hold on to. The very act of writing out your thoughts is still precious to me. It's just so personal. Typing it out is just not the same. Call me old-fashioned.

I best put away my journal now. The last entry is over and done with.