Something about pen and paper

I still like to carry a date book but wish it would sync with Outlook. I like the paper and the pen and the book; the smell of books and the heft (yay, vocab!). I like these things like others like the crack. My attention and amore is starting to grow for things like the phone (they keep getting awesomer), but my love for paper endures.

There's something incredibly romantic about the written letter; not just the love letter but letters, in general. Something beyond the words is said in the script and the texture of the paper. Oh, I am so weird like that. I would totally smell that paper. But since I am not going to get the chance to sniff important letters, I like to read them and imagine what they smell like.  

Click if you have an afternoon to spare. <sigh>