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So you can also just turn the cushion for the seventh time. Another typical Yugo thing, men and women alike. Germans haven't done anything like that with me yet. Men as well as women.

If anything, no, if anything, I would be a populationist. Or, I would also find it kind of nice, not only an artist but also a subspeciesist.

This week I have been very preoccupied by a sentence that I have heard for the third time now from nurses. "I really don't care what happens to the earth after me.

This week I have been very preoccupied by a sentence that I have heard for the third time now from nurses. "I really don't care what happens to the earth after me.

Anyone who buys Nestlé products like KitKat accepts the blatant practices of the company. It's sick. No shit.

Once the reputation is ruined... Nestlé conducts animal experiments and justifies them with an alleged legal necessity.

That could have backfired badly. We were lucky in our misfortune. Does someone have to die for something to - maybe - happen? My doctor is convinced that I should have been fever-free two days earlier.

Discussion with a carer about whether it is really a nail fold infection, as my doctor claims. She is of a different opinion. If she has her way, I'll have to get a new chiropodist straight away. Guys, she's getting on my nerves.

What kind of week was that again? Hardly a night without trouble. Last night? It was okay, I think. I'm about to file what happened under „unimportant, forget it“. That's how I started writing my text. Yesterday. Today? I'd have to revise that. After four hours of sleep, I had to be vacuumed badly. Reason follows. After all, I said that...

Page views: 478 Dear diary, ouch. This week is already off to a good start. If I don't publish anything at the weekend of all days, it's usually for the same reason. Without wanting to attach any importance to it: Maintenance. And without wanting to put a stamp of approval on care, individual positive achievements cannot hide the miserable overall performance of my care service. True story....