So let me give you some contexts. I call my journal/sketch book my world, because all my companions, ideas, sweat, blood, tears, joy, etc goes. So I call it my world because that what it is for me. And earlier in the week, my father bought some cleaners for my mother as an anniversary gift. So when I went to school and came back the house was clean. What happened though, is I couldn't find my world. Which for an artist is a horrible thing. However to some of my friends and family it's only a book that I doodle in. So they didn't understand my pain, and offered to buy me a new one. So I did get a new sketch book to draw in, and ironically I fo