Last week, while I was sick, I got it into my head that I wanted to improve my handwriting. My printing is fine, but my cursive writing looks like I'm still in grade school.
I didn't just want to learn to write more clearly, I wanted to learn to write like someone from another century. Because, that's what any normal person might want to do.
I thought that something like English Roundhand or Copperplate would be a nice starting place. I did my research, found an inexpensive fountain pen that could offer enough flex to simulate the writing style I had in mind. I spent more time that I'd like to admit fine-tuning the pen's nib, in an attempt to get the mark I envisioned.
And within twenty four hours of owning this pen, I had broken it.
I just can't own nice things. And I still write like an uncoordinated child.