missing pages

Since I stopped keeping a proper (i.e. paper) diary, things have been nagging at me all the time. Chief among them is the worry that I'm losing my ability to properly understand things, because i'm not taking the time to try and sort out what my own thoughts are on subjects, nevermind what others' are. The act of writing is something I always thought was a default mode for me, and it was something that kept me going when times were bad. The thought that the ability to write, to puase long enough to turn thoughts into words, is a faculty that I might have lost, is... an unsettling one.

Things to buy: proper notebook, proper pen.
Things to do: write about my day.

Just not today...