Resumed wrestling yesterday after a month’s interruption due to leg injury. The training was hard, now I can barely lift my legs to put my trousers on and off x-D

Here’s a neat tag near the gymnasium where I wrestle, featuring a lion and a dragon.

My psychology classes are very interesting overall. Alas, the clinical psychology classes are still very much run by psychoanalyst teachers. They force me to study projective tests such as the Rorschach inkblots. Every time one of them indulges in lecturing us about oedipus complex, castration and the like, I have an urge to get up and slap her priestly bourgeois bitch face, and I’d be glad to break Freud’s neck too. The fake, clueless and depressing doctrine of psychoanalysis is unfortunately still very influential in France, in the media and such; I hate them, I’ll help kick them out into oblivion to the best of my abilities in the rest of my career.

Speaking of Rorschach, I’m currently reading Watchmen, I love it.