So it’s a pen…no, it’s a Smart Pen.

I admit it.  I lost the pen about a week after receiving it as a birthday gift from my boyfriend.  The pen can be replaced.  What I can’t replace is the recordings that were on that specific Smart Pen, also nicknamed Black Dog, (BD) shortly after I learned what a writer is referring with those very words.  Black dog is depression…I didn’t name my pen BD because I’m depressed.  I named it that because it helped take the depression away.  So I miss BD and I am still hoping it will return.

Oh, and my cousin, Holly Grove is tormenting me viciously at the loss of my pen.  She will pay for that.

~P.