The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning CLXXVII

All right. What should I talk about today?

Well, I spent the morning feeling groggy but I powered through the work permits needed for approval today. If I did not have a heavy breakfast and an energizing cup of iced coffee before working, I would be freaking out and pissed off. With that, I did not eat that much during lunch, I took a cold bath to wake my senses, changed clothes, and then I went to the south to have said work permits approved. My Father slash boss offered to drive me there, by the way. Thank you, Father.

Upon arriving at the office, after traveling through 2 hours of traffic, I found out that the permits could only be submitted before lunchtime. A heavy sigh ensued. I felt so tired of everything after failing to submit it on time. I was so tired that after my Father and I went back home, I took a rare afternoon nap. Good grief.

I will definitely go back to that office tomorrow before lunchtime, and I hope everything will be approved during the day.

…and my 10 minutes is almost up. I’m still tired. See you in the next post.

Song of the Moment LXXXIV: The Prodigy’s “Breathe”

It has been a stressful several weeks at work, and today is no different. Today, I finished a few repair proposals and ran errands for the company. And tonight, I’m working overtime while I listen to “Breathe” by the English electronic music band The Prodigy. “Breathe” is the soundtrack of my final phase of work for today—spiraling because of high pressure but still standing no matter what.

The music video of The Prodigy’s “Breathe”.

See you in the next post.

10-Minute Warning CLXXVI

OK. What can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

Since April 29, I have been trying to sleep and wake up early. Truly. I have been drinking my nightly medicine at 9pm, and it helped me sleep early. But the downside of drinking my nightly medicine is that I sleep longer than I want to. Sometimes, when I drink my meds at 9pm, I also wake up at 9am. Sometimes, I drink my meds at 9pm, and I wake up early… but I feel dazed and confused after. That’s insane.

I feel like my body got used to sleeping more because of the meds, and as much as I love sleeping for longer hours (and I quote my therapist once again, “sleep is medicine”), I want to go back to the normal 8-9 hours of proper sleep. I need to talk to my therapist about adjusting the medicine intake soon.

In the meantime, I drank my nightly medicine at 8:30pm. Will this work? I will see about that. I don’t feel slee… oh, there you go. My fingers are getting numb now. See you in the next post.