I lost my sketchbook yesterday, well I misplaced it at work. And I believe that someone's sticky fingers grabbed hold of it and well, just couldn't let go.
I don't want to accuse anyone just yet for it may still be in the office when I get there Monday. However, I remember laying it on my desk yesterday morning and yesterday evening, it was gone.
My sketchbook is very important to me, it is the visual aid to my writing. It holds memories that I can't get back. I feel like my artisitic side is on pause.
I'm very irritated now because I know my desk was clean when I left. There was no sign of it. Not only am I irritated but I'm angry, mad as hello to be exact. And I'm sad, never I have I been so careless with something as important to me as my sketchbook.
Sad, angry face.