The smell of new books and stinking malls

So I guess we're still alive...

Spent the day with dear mother, we went for a drive and ended up in a mall, looking in shops. Quite boring not to be outside on such a beautiful day. (The weather was perfect; not too hot, but still not cold)

I bought another notebook, really need to stop doing that since I've barely started writing in my Moleskine.

Remembered why I hate malls again; all the terribly sad children, all the tired parents and my mood after we've spent two hours in that stinking hot tin can.

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I'm quite pleased with the book however; it's got the softest cover, in faux-leather, perfect size. It is lined though, so no drawing, might go insane. I'll just have to put my pen on anything else (haha might start drawing on paper napkins like I always did before) and put it in the book. Yeah I'll manage. New books and paper smells amazing, too.