Minute Warnings – Page 9 – The Diary of 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.

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.

10-Minute Warning CLXXV

So, what can I tell here under 10 minutes?

It’s almost 5 in the morning, and almost an hour ago I finished all of the method statements, risk assessments, and permit forms for a single work permit. This is the fourth attempt to submit that fucking work permit, and I’m worried it will go to waste again because one of the requirements that I applied weeks before will expire in a few days. But I’m thankful I got through burning the midnight oil with my Younger Brother’s guidance and a few glasses of my favorite Jack & Coke Zero. Wish me luck on the work permit’s approval this Monday.

Anyway, I checked a few days ago and found that this is going to be my 364th post here on The Diary. Now I want to make my next (and my 365th) post extra special, and I should write it this weekend. Wish me luck on that one, too.

After writing this and drinking my third Jack & Coke Zero, I need to sleep. See you on the next post.

Published on May 10, 2025 at 4:49am. Edited on May 13, 2025 at 5:22pm. I don’t normally edit my Minute Warning posts, but I had to do it to make a paragraph clearer.