Morning, and here comes the dark. Strange days (as usual). Me and Petra went out drinking and Alex and Micha showed up, and then we had a party at Micha's place and we realized that Boel had been gone for a while, so in the morning when we came home I felt quite bad, Petra had to hold me tight and give me some kind of consolation, I'm thankful for that; next day (yesterday) I phoned a lot of people and at last I found someone that told me Boel was OK (right now I don't understand why I went so upset, but it was not just me). The day before B. told me that another friend of mine - C. - had been with him drinking at Palermo, he was going to crash in B.'s apartment that night but went away somewhere and got involved in a car accident; yesterday when I phoned Palermo they told me he had died about 9AM; I'm sad about that, he was a very kind person. Drinking coffee and Coca-Cola, and I think it's time for a Fernet Branca, yeah, that's quite a good idea, and then some calls, maybe a session with Pelleport at Veneric, I have to do something today, not in the mood for cleaning up the apartment or whatever...