Notebooks, when left alone in a dark place for extended periods of time, can breed. And I don't mean nasty fungs or bugs or weird shit. I mean they make more notebooks.

And they're nasty, scheming little bastards, too. Because their offspring are all single-subject, wide-rule '100% post consumer/rescued from landfill' notebooks.

I found this out because I was digging for notebooks today, to help with a website. See, before computers, Gremlin wrote everything in notebooks. Any notebook. A dayplanner would do. And I haven't found them all. There's a box downstairs somewhere -- a couple of them -- with a few hundred more pounds of the damned things.

And they're hiding from me. Probably because they're breeding. And working up a nice layer of whatever it is they coat themselves with to deter me from touching them. Nasty, horrible, drying-out nastiness of horror and cracking.

I think that's where public restroom soap comes from -- they scrape it off notebooks.

I'm going to spend the rest of my day clicking the 'random page' option on e.97d.com, because I don't think I have the mental capacity for real work right now.

Damned, crazy-makin' notebooks.