Conversations – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

XXXVIII: Making the Decision

While I was alone last night, a Thursday, I was tempted to drink an early Devil’s Cup. But it was not yet Friday, so I stopped myself and drank more water. (As I should.)

And then, I heard a whisper within.

“Dewey, you have been holding off on the decision for days.”

I didn’t avoid the whisper, my Inner Dewey. I replied to him.

“I know, I know.”

XXXIII: The Deranged Writer’s Stories During Rainfall I

The rain has been pouring nonstop since Friday, July 18. Sometimes it’s a drizzle, but most of the time it’s a storm.

Today, staying at home is safer. And while I’m at home, let me share bits of life stories that happened during the rainfall.