Category: Prose

VIII: The Deranged Writer’s 33rd Birthday (So Far)

Hello. Here’s what happened today, my birthday, so far.

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Today I woke up at 10am; I planned on waking up earlier than that, but that’s all right. It’s my birthday.

Anyway, my Mother made some soft-boiled eggs for breakfast. My heart is happy because soft-boiled eggs have been one of my favorite dishes since I was little. After breakfast, I checked my socials (notably Facebook and Messenger) and read some of the birthday messages. I don’t want to reply to them yet, but I will later tonight or tomorrow.

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Notes to Self X

Today, the day before my 33rd birthday, I’m starting to feel more excited. Gone are the days when I got worried about party venues and ruined plans because now everything is all set. I’m looking forward to having a simple Italian dinner party with my family and a few of my closest friends.

Other than my excitement for my birthday party, what happened today? I started working on a few November billings and then capped off the day with a viewing of Doctor Strange with my Father. While we were watching, I was reminded of a quote from The Ancient One (played by Tilda Swinton) bout having inner demons.

This is my 10th Notes to Self.

Spoiler warning if you have not seen Doctor Strange.

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