Another one bites the dust. Finished off a shop notebook yesterday and found myself staring at the corpse like some kind of deranged archaeologist—seven dead volumes since 2015. A hell of a paper trail. But the real question is: Do you keep one?
You should. A proper shop book is the nerve center, the battle plan, the sacred text that keeps the gears from flying off. Mine is a chaotic mess of to-do lists, scribbled cut diagrams, half-baked blueprints, and scattered inventories of missing consumables I should’ve restocked months ago. It takes discipline—just a little, nothing life-altering—but it pays off when you can actually find your goddamn measurements instead of squinting at a grease-stained napkin.
Regrets? Oh, plenty. Chief among them: Moleskine notebooks. Overrated. Inflexible. And yet, I keep using them, like an addict making excuses for bad dope. I should’ve jumped ship years ago, especially after seeing what my Porsche-restoring buddy runs—a stupidly expensive...
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