Minute Warnings – Page 48 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning LXXXV

OK. What can I write here under 10 minutes?

Honestly, I’m not sure what to write right now. I was about to complain again about my birthday venue dilemma, but I don’t want to dwell on that tonight. And as for how I am today, I will just say my default answer to that: “I’m OK. I’m not happy. I’m not sad. I’m just OK.”

Oh, wait. I would like to give an update for The Dispatch: In my previous post, I have announced that in celebration of my birthday, I will be blogging every single day from November 22 to December 5 (my birthday). Let me call that “14 Days of The Deranged Writer”.

And what am I going to write about on November 22? I will write about my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker. Trivia: He made his WWE debut on November 22, 1990.

‘Til then!

10-Minute Warning LXXXIV

I checked one of my alternative birthday venues today and asked about their reservation fees. Their answer made my heart and my wallet cry. How much? Let’s just say that it’s more than my current monthly salary.

As for Jollibee being another alternative venue, I’m crossing that out. I don’t feel like celebrating there this year. Maybe next year.

It’s 18 days before my birthday, and there’s still no venue. Crap.

Moving on, here’s something I’m certain of now: In celebration of my birthday, I’m going to blog every single day from November 22 to December 5 (my birthday). I’m working on a few posts early so I can achieve that. Watch this space!

And time’s up.

10-Minute Warning LXXXIII

So, what can I share here under 10 minutes?

Today, I feel sad. I have messaged my top choice for my birthday venue twice; 1 for yesterday and 1 for today. But I never got a reply – not even once. If this means I should look elsewhere, so be it. But it would have been all right with me and I would understand if they said they could not host my party.

Anyway, I’m looking at a few alternatives tonight, and I might visit 1 or 2 of those venues on Friday. Or maybe tomorrow. I will see about that.

Damn. I feel like drinking a Jack and Coke tonight. But I don’t want to. I promised myself that I would only drink during weekends. (I might break that rule on my birthday though. My birthday (December 5) this year falls on a Tuesday.)

And time’s up.