Minute Warnings – Page 64 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning XXXVII

What happened in my life today? Nothing much. At work, I started the billings from last month and paid for fees, among a few things. And I’m supposed to get a haircut and hang out at Satchmi in the afternoon or evening, but Mother convinced me to do those tomorrow.

As for blog updates, I’m aware that lately I have been writing more Minute Warning posts than my regular posts and poems. But I think that’s all right because I can write whatever I want here on The Dispatch. This is my blog. Whether I write something under at least 10 minutes or come up with a haiku, that really depends on what I would like share at the moment.

But don’t worry, my dear reader/s. Eventually, I will take a break from making Minute Warning posts, and I will come up with something different soon.

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10-Minute Warning XXXVI

So, what can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

For the 1st time in 24 days, I got to walk and jog for an hour at night at Three Trees. It feels so good to exercise and sweat it all out, and I would like to make this a regular thing again. I may also have to go back to doing aerobics so I can lose more fat.

I was not alone on my workout. While I was walking and jogging, Younger Brother does his calisthenics. It has been a long time for him since his last workout because of business school and he also got sick. I’m glad he is well now and exercising again.

What else? Well, now I feel tired after exercising and it’s almost midnight. But first I need to have my late dinner and do my nightly rituals.

And time’s up.

10-Minute Warning XXXV

Let me warn you again that I will mention something about poop.

Is my stomach still hurting? No.

Do I still have violent diarrhea? No.

Do I still feel physically drained? Yes.

Did I get the job after the last interview? No.

I’m thankful that other than still feeling drained (that can be cured with healthy eating and sleeping well), physically I’m OK. But mentally and emotionally, I’m not. Sure, I don’t like the idea of working on a graveyard shift. But it would have been nice to have the option to. And I really thought I will get the job.

Oh well. Onto the next job search. Please wish me luck.