Last two months, eh?

So, the decision's been made. I'm back. On my terms.

And I'm back with my classical self-portrait with a cigarette. Behind the window there's my workplace - a mono-bar with cherry spirit. One of two new workplaces. After the roughest half year - starting this spring with a maniacal episode, forwarding into heavy deppresion episode at the end of summer and beginning of autumn, up to going to two new jobs at once - yeah, it's been a rollercoaster.

But hey. I'm alive, a survivor. And that's what matters.