Today I ran, seriously, ran from person to person at work as I scrambled to make printers, websites, digital repositories all sing in techno harmony (interestingly enough, I ran at lunch to help burn off excess energy, go figure). As I moved from person to person, I took notes, jot down ideas and dictated conversations on my trusted graphing paper notebook. The sad thing is, the damn thing is falling apart. Pages are pulled and folded, order is only known by me. The notebook would represent chaos to anyone else, but it is my safe haven for my thoughts, work and doodles when I am stuck. I trusted my security blanket until today. Today I ached for a slate.
