No more WE like that one...

I think this have been the worse and most depressing WE ever. It is awful to see a friend suffering. But I'm glad the doctors agreed on talking to me so that I can translate for him. It is just very difficult to decide between what he should know (what you need to tell him) and what he doesn't need to. I hate that. I don't know how doctors can handle that everyday.
Saturday night, Daniel and I went out for beers. Both of us needed to forget about things. We landed in the Irish Times, talked about death, suicide and rugby and left when I could barely walk.
Today was a bit like yesterday, without the beers. Anin was looking better today than yesterday and definitely better than Friday night. It was good to see him smiling. There is so much more I would like to be able to do... but I guess that visiting him everyday, holding his hands and telling him that he's gonna be fine is probably the best thing we can do so far...
I have been working a bit on my GRE. I hope people in Paris will be done playing with lighters and gasoline (they have nothing better to do than setting cars, buses, schools and bakeries on fire????) so that I can actually go there and take this exam.
Life really sucks sometimes...