I've never day logged, or for that matter really written anything here so bear with me a bit please.

My ex-girlfriends flatmate killed himself yesterday. You know how they always say that it happens to the least likey people. It does. He'd arrived in New Zealand about two months ago to study for his post-doc at a university here. Now he's dead from whats looking like cyanide poisoning. Taken from my exe's workspace hood.

There was no note from him, and the last thing he had emailed was to a personal friend, but this still gave no indication

What's worse, I was up there last night. His door was shut. I was complaining that he did not have any good playstation games to swap with me. He might have been spending the last few moments of his life listening to me.