whine.

I'm a big journal keeper. Been writing in journals since I was seven or so, and I still have all of 'em.

All except one, that is.

Two nights ago, I stupidly left my journal behind at a bar I go to a lot. Been writing in this puppy since December, and it was nearly full. Tried calling the bar, tried calling friends I saw there that night, even went to the bar myself to look around with a flashlight...
My journal is gone.
I am sad.
But I will move on.

I do wish ill things to the loser who picked it up, however.