With one week to go before Encceja, I realise I looked at the notice for prisoners, which was normally 25 August. As I was slow and stupid, now I have to wait until next year. The hospital bed arrived, along with a new mattress. It is higher than the old one, which is better for reading things on the computer. Since the wheels aren't broken and it doesn't ruin the floor, it's already a nice bed. Now I have all the appliances and utensils I need.

They came to do a social investigation of my mother to join the police, giving her 10 days to pay her debts and clear her name. Although the teacher who prepares students for competitive exams said that a bad credit rating is not a reason for rejection because it is not mentioned in the announcement, my mother did not want to take any chances and wanted to sell the car, but as the buyer kept stalling, a friend of my mother's lent her the money. It's better this way, because she was selling it at a low price, so now she has more time to pay and sell it at a better price or not sell it at all. After the investigation, all that will be left is the oral exam next year.

The melancholy, the lack of enjoyment in life, this desire to give up, this desire to never wake up again does not go away. The Herculean effort to do routine things seems meaningless. I had a positive opinion from the prosecutor about the return of the nurses, I am waiting for news. I travelled, had lunch at a Japanese restaurant, a very cosy place with great food. The schizophrenic who called me a crippled piece of shit had the nerve to send me a message, I replied with ‘get lost’ and was blocked. Great.