I like colored pens. I think I like them a little too much. Gels are glorious, ballpoints are beautiful, and felt-tips are freaking fantastic.
You think you can stop at one, you know, just for color coding your grading. Maybe one color just for mistakes with articles? Suddenly it's the second time in a week, and you find yourself powering through the late-night Timeworld crowds, hearing the soft click of the 0.3mm turquoise and the 0.25mm magenta burning a hole in your pocket. Finally you get home, sit down, get out the paraphernalia, and look for the right place to poke. There: a wrongly capitalized letter in the second sentence. You unleash the tide of fuchsia judgment and...
Ahhh.
It's a terrible affliction.
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