Hazards of Analogue Data Storage

My journal was stolen from the back seat of my car. I guess I didn't lock the doors. What they stole was a bright red backpack. Maybe the thief thought there was a shinny lap-top or ipod to run off with. What they got was the 5 years of me I was keeping that book. Stoopid thief. I know Jesus knows what the last 5 years was like, but I would like to keep some of it in my memory too.