I couldn't really do a lot of work today, too busy thinking about Biffo to have a clear frame of mind. I just kept on reading his last message on my phone over and over, as if it were almost a premonition. I hope it wasn't. I'm going to share it with you, as I believe that's what he would have wanted.

"Hi Jack ([he always called me that, although I hated it so much), hows tricks? I had an awful run-in 2day wiv sum1. It woz orribl. Im now drnkn2 ease d pain! Cya soon."

See, I still have that message on my phone. I'm almost too scared to delete it. I wonder what could have led him to be so stressed out. I'm waiting on him sending me a message to tell me it isn't true, that it's all just a sick joke. But alas, the phone doesn't tinkle. Neither does my inbox - at least three e-mails have been sent to him since I heard, and no reply.

Then I think about his last journal entry. "Well, today is the end of an era, for me at least." Am I just being paranoid? His humour was so dry that it's a very fine line between what he classified as "funny" and, well, the truth.

I just feel so...numb. I hardly even knew him, but I haven't lost a friend before. Not in THAT way, anyway. For him to have gone...Well, we were due to meet up. It looks like the only place we'll meet now is the next world.

I was going to phone Biffo's mum, Claudine, today, but I thought better of it. She hardly knows me, for goodness sake. For me to phone her would be stupid, and wrong. So I'll have to worry on my own.

Please, Biffo. If this is a joke, I won't be mad. Just let me know you're ok.