Faque là, c'est qui le crotté?

This is my month review:

The job at the photo studio didn't work out nicely, for various reasons. So I quit it. And I went back to jobhunting and found a job less than a week after quitting. The new job is really nice. It makes me feel like I'm doing something useful.

In a week, I'm moving out. I'm moving out of this stinky, gloomy place and moving in to a luminous, spacious apartment. I'll be leaving my perma-stoned roommate and his twisted stories and constant pain of living. I'll be leaving this apartment that has filth just about everywhere, that's painted in such dark colours that no light can actually shine in it. I'll be leaving this cloud of darkness. Finally.

The mood swings came back. Back with a vengeance. They also brought the menace of relapse with them. I lost focus, became very irritable, wanted to sleep all the time, wanted to eat all the time, ideas of death kept popping up in my head and it culminated with the return of the "crawlings in my head" feeling. I resorted to taking my doctor's advice, which he had given me when I last saw him. That advice was to start taking the meds again should I feel that I was going back downhill. So here we go, I'm back to taking medication. But if that's the price to pay to feel fine, then I'm willing to pay it. I've seen enough darkness to last me a lifetime.

I've been toying with songwriting. I even managed to put together something half-coherent, which in itself is quite something. I'm in love with the guitar. L. O. V. E. I hope to get really proficient on it quickly. At least I'm practicing tons, which is bound to make a difference in the end. Practice makes perfect, so they say.

Also, je dois spécifier (sur demande spéciale, bien sur) que Renato est un bon ami car il discute avec moi en trois langues afin de me rendre heureux. Voilà.