Dear Sigmund,

Dear Sigmund,

Today was a very still day, nothing really special happened and yet I really wanted to write something. I was thinking about this boy with the Asperger's syndrome... it have to be kind of weird meet someone like Christopher... can you imagine it? you try to make a joke and he can not understand you, because he can not imagine how your mind works and the images your joke uses... Have to be very sad have chat without introducing a little spicy comment...
Well, have to go... there's a bed (an empty one) waiting for me...
See you!

Wake up... wake up!

Dear Sigmund,

It's been a while since the last time... today I have to write something... today is one of these days when you don't want to go out, you want to stay in your bad, just laying, without thinking, doing nothing but breathing.
I left my bed at 20h, took a shower a rushed to work... now, I'm supposed to be working, but rather, here i'm, writing this, trying to cheer me up... let me see maybe a guinness could do it... but they're back home in the fridge...