Margins: not just for bad haikus anymore.
A few weeks ago, I was taking notes in a typically bland spiral-bound notebook (with a blue cover that read FREN-366 on it for identification purposes), when I suddenly was struck by an enormous revelation. That is, I could write in the margins if I wanted to. It was an amazing insight--the very fact that red lines from a paper manufacturer and my first-grade teacher's admonitions were the only things keeping me from righting within the small confined space on the paper. I have since then been writing all over the paper, though it takes constant effort on my part to remind myself of my newfound freedom. Perhaps I shall begin writing every other page upside down now. WHO KNOWS? It's a crazy world.
Oh, I'm sorry. I've resigned myself to being uninteresting.
