The day after…
Couldn’t sleep until 6:30 and Jack woke me up at 9, so… Well, here we go, first post of the year. There’s going to be 366 posts this year, BTW, we’ve got a leap-year.
It’s a total mess outside, my apartment is next to a park and people shot thousands of fireworks into the sky, leaving all the trash behind - but it looks kind of cool.
Yesterday I tried to reach Peter, called him and his wife, left messages, sent sms, but he wouldn’t answer. Today he did, and the first sad message of the year has already reached me: he was in hospital with pulmonary embolism. I can’t visit him for at least a week. He just deteriorates, and it doesn’t stop… As soon as he’s reached the top of a mountain, the next one appears. Poor friend. He doesn’t have a reason to party. Or maybe he does, I don’t know. Maybe he was really happy to make it to 2008. We didn’t talk, I only got an sms.
I go downstairs now, and help my friends clean up their place.
See ya’ll later.
