This has been an empty day. No sports, no thoughts, no English, no healthy habits. An extraordinarily silly visit to a neurologist who told me what I already know: there’s nothing that could help me, and nothing I can take with me—no suggestions, no proposals, or anything else. I said I hadn’t done any sports, but that’s not right—in the evening I did my equipment training, and it worked not so badly, but it’s not at all an exciting one. Basically, I thought I would write down a German political article, but the whole day was wasted, and now I hope I can find some silence to find myself again. Tomorrow, I have to do some sports again and will try to continue my 8-point program with the film The Judge, and watch it to the end, in the English version with English subtitles. Then I will pick out a scene at the end of the film—the other parts don’t seem quite right.
During our TV evening session just I figured that the film American sweethearts obviously can’t do it;