I often write things in my head, sometimes I mean to daylog them, sometimes I don't.

But I speak to myself in my mind, recording my thoughts. Last night on my midnight barefoot walk on the beach I did this.

I just read the thank you note that panamaus mentioned above.

On July 10, 2001 I wrote some nasty stuff about my family.

If they ever read it, I hope they read this too, I'd prefer they read neither, but I wrote it, and erasing it would be wrong.


I'm sorry.

I Love You