Hana and I had a lovely and relaxing time on Santorini, drenched in beer, sunshine, and melting gelato. On the last night we got blasted drunk, talked to about 50 people, and danced with half of those we talked to. In the chaos of the evening my journal got lost. Months of writing gone. Sad. Also, it creeps me out to know that a random Greek will be getting into my head. Though, they might be even more creeped out by what they find there.
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Maybe it's about time to go digital?
http://www.skoobysoft.com/vijournal/lite.html
or maybe
http://flyingmeat.com/voodoopad/
/Jonte
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