Kneel before Zod, except after 'c'.

So, as anyone who knows me would tell you, I'm obsessed with stationery.

I could live in Staples. And if I ever win the lottery, I'll move into Smythsons instead!

Deep down, I'm convinced that if I just buy the right notebook, I could finally sort my life out.

But in the meantime, I wander the globe, buying notebooks and journals, like some kind of stationery-obsessed Flying Dutchman.

Always in search of the perfect one, the one that will allow me to finally marshall my wayward thoughts into some kind of order - the one that will finally make sense of it all and result in the ultimate answer to whatever it is that needs to be answered.

Wish me luck.



p.s. I know the title doesn't relate to the post itself, but I don't care!!