And whose fault is it, I wonder, that I have them on the brain.

Seriously, I've decided I'm prodigal with paper in general. I've been doing office work for a photography studio over the summer, and I've gone through an amazing quantity of notepads and sticky notes and random scraps of paper. I put it down to three things: first, that I can't think without a pencil in my hand, so I always need paper to mark on; second, I like to put everything down in writing to be sure that others understand it, and I'll remember it; third, that when I was a young child doing math homework, my father believed a goodly percentage of my careless mistakes came from not allowing myself enough space to work the problems, so he literally stood over me and made me use an entire sheet of paper for every problem, until I learned to allow myself space.

It was predestined, Rhone. ;)

so the photography studio is the place you work that you mentioned above? or do you have two jobs?

Katie dear, I go through more like TWELVE per meal. I'm past the point of "aficionado" and more like "OCD."