I’m doing so-so. Freedom is a what you’d call in French “un cadeau empoisonné” = “a poisonous gift” (literally) : I don’t have my grandparents or family around castrating me but I’m back to my chaotic, lazy, unhealthy ways.

First day back at work I was in a super good mood (made a couple of people there happy with a souvenir gift, and thanks to my vacation I felt pretty rested and less pressured, with more hindsight, got a couple of compliments about my healthier look ^{-though I wasn’t too crazy about their phrasing}). Today though I was working with this guy who’s very, very negative about everything so at the end of the day you end up quite depressed (that and the rain, hope it’s better in the UK now), besides an hour or so before closing, they noticed somebody climbing the tower, not sure if it was to die or what, anyway, when I left there were all these helpless rescuers downstairs and the man was apparently still somewhere between the 2nd floor and the summit and getting tired (as I mentioned it was raining all day so it was pretty much the worst day to attempt that kind of thing), I do hope he didn’t fall, that’s a long way down.