I was looking at some of my old notebooks at home the other day, the standard spiral reporters' notebooks, with soft covers. The notebooks were dog-eared, coffee-stained, which was par for the course, but when I flipped the pages, some of the stuff I'd written, was faded and undecipherable. Not that it was anything serious, like solving the riddle of the universe, or Fermat's last theorem, stuff from years ago, but notes that I thought important at the time.
