Notes to Self – Page 9 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning LII

OK. What can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

First of all, I would like to say that in a few days, I will be publishing my 100th post here on The Dispatch. And as I approach a historic entry (for me, that is), I’m planning to make fewer Minute Warning posts. I’m planning to make more non-time pressure content like Gratitude Logs and Notes to Self. Watch this space, my friends!

And as for what happened today… other than helping someone with a small debt and having Jollibee’s Chickenjoy for dinner with my Father and Younger Brother, nothing much happened. Today has been OK. But at least it’s not a bad day.

And time’s up.

Notes to Self V

I just reviewed my 2 previous posts here on The Dispatch, and… damn. I sound so depressing. And I’m still depressed, to be honest.

But let me change the mood somehow with this 60th post of The Dispatch and the 5th edition of Notes to Self! This is the blog segment where I usually quote something relevant from any form of media or from someone I know in real life. In this edition though, I simply want to remind my stupid self…

Notes to Self IV

Hello! This is The Deranged Writer, and welcome to the 4th edition of Notes to Self, a blogging series where I remember a relevant quote from any form of media or someone I know in real life.

In the previous edition of Notes to Self, I quoted my favorite Doctor from the longest-running sci-fi TV show Doctor Who, The Eleventh Doctor. And in this edition, I’m quoting him once again.

Spoiler warning if you have not seen the Doctor Who Christmas special “The Time of The Doctor”.