Dammm my crappy memory

I woke up this morning like
20
minutes
ago.
This is what blogging at 2 am does to a girl.

I looked at my dressing table and checked my phone by instinct. No messages. Weird.
Anyway I get out of bed and realise...
My diary and my pen are out of my drawer.
When I say diary, I'm not talking about an organising kind of 2011 diary where you write in your appointments and homework and stuff.
I mean a diary, as in that random notebook that knows me better than nearly anyone. Actually maybe better than everyone. Besides 8kays.
So I see it out; paranoia.
Why was it out? Did I leave it out? Damm this, I can't remember if I put it back in my drawer last night. No, someone must have taken it out of my drawer. What would they do with it? Well any person who find a diary would be tempted to read it, I guess. Except I would never, because I get that people like me need our own privacy at times. Maybe someone was reading it before I woke up? What did they read in it?
But of course, I bet I was jst tired after writing in it last night and forgot to put it back in the drawer.
Well not that I have done anything super naughty hahaha.... But I'd prefer them not to know everything I am feeling. Hmmm...
I think I need to start getting a diary with a lock again.