We've had some good times, Notebook. I've shared many thoughts and stories with you. I want to thank you for tolerating the spontaneous scribbling I do when I suddenly have a burst of inspiration and I know if I don't write it down immediately, I will forget. So thank you, Notebook, for being half of my memory.
Or, really, more like half of my brain. Thoughts, stories, bits and pieces of assignments, all of that finds home somewhere in your pages. I must say, Notebook, you are amazing. To make sense of such mindless mumbo-jumbo... I don't know how you do it.
|Your last page, Notebook*|
I will never forget you, Notebook, but I must move on to bigger and better things, and maybe some notebooks with more blank pages than you.
Also, Notebook, I'm really sorry that your last page isn't inscribed with this beautiful goodbye message, but a page of Dutch Blitz scores (and I didn't even win).
We can still be friends, Notebook, I promise.
**In case you're wondering, whenever I keep score for Dutch Blitz I get everyone to choose a nickname...