Today at work, I suddenly realized that I was writing with THE BEST PEN IN THE WORLD.
Writing with the pen was like conducting a fluid symphony...every stroke flowed from my fingers like the notes of a Mozart sonata…it felt wonderful.
Yes, in case you're wondering, I have, indeed, lost it. But hey, you gotta take your simple pleasures where you can get ‘em.
The worst part is, I have no idea what brand of pen this is, so that I may procure more of this exquisite writing instrument. It is a simple black pen with absolutely no markings or writing on it--it doesn't even have a cap.
I have no idea where I got it, so I won’t be able to get another one. That makes me sad.
Somehow I've managed to be sad about a pen.
I have reached the pinnacle of nerddom.