Baby, where does all the money go?
I have alot of ideas. In fact, I consider myself to be an idea man, which is why I don't have a job. Some of my ideas are for creative endeavors; movie scripts, novels, or the occasional blog entry. These things are kind of ephemeral and transitory, so I had taken to writing them down in a little spiral notebook.
However, the other day I had an idea (now lost) I was looking for my idea notebook and I could not find it. I misplace things all the time, so I didn't really think much of it. A day or so later, I'm emptying my laundry out of the dryer when I notice a few crumpled sheets of paper.
Receipts, I figured. But then I noticed a few more. And then a few more. And more. Approximately 80 little paper wads, each the size of a spitball that you would fire from one of those enormous Pixie Stix tubes. That's when the horror set in: I had washed my notebook and destroyed it and all my precious ideas.
Most of the ideas I think I can remember. But I'm pretty sure that I had a few brilliant ones that are lost to the ages.
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How, may I ask, did you overlook at whole notebook being put into the washing machine??
I guess I should mention that this was a small, pocket-sized notebook. Thus it was, you know, in a pocket.
That's a shame. Maybe the ideas will come to you again in your dreams. :)
Jenn, you are well aware of the kind of ideas that come to me in my dreams.