Dear diary...

I haven't kept a diary properly since I was an angst-ridden teenager - unfortunately I burned all my heartrending hormonal meditations when I was about 24, after I read them back and nearly died of internal cringe. I wish I could read them again -  they'd probably be good for a laugh. The only other time I've kept one was during the years our two youngest were born, and it's really nice to be able to look back. Ah, life was good then... and it still is! Anyway, I was Christmas shopping today, and I was hijacked by this Moleskine diary. It totally got its hooks in me and wouldn't let go. One little shiny notebook for every month...I fell for its pretentious gimmickry, and I'm irrevocably in love with it. Notebook fetishists will understand. Is it 2010 yet? I NEED to start writing in these....