Serial – Page 124 – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning II

OK. So, what can I type in 10 minutes after drinking 6 highball glasses of Jack and Coke in under an hour?

Let me say – it has been years since my last serious relationship, and I want to say this on The Diary I don’t deserve a breakup email. I may have my mistakes, and any form of breakup is awful, but come on – a breakup email? Fuck that shit.

In other news, why did I drink 6 glasses of Jack and Coke tonight? Because I want to. Since 2022, I promised to drink my favorite Jack and Coke every week, but I only drank 4 glasses last January. Last week I drank 4 glasses, and tonight I drank 6. So, that’s 10 glasses of Jack and Coke this February. My therapist will kill me because of the more-than-a-fuckload consumption of my favorite drink. But come on. Let me live a little.

Speaking of my therapist – my last session was last July of 2022. Is the date of my last session a sign of progress? Some of my friends think so. But I think it’s weird. Almost 7 months? I should check up on my therapist via email. Soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I’m so drunk as hell right now.

And time’s up.

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Updated on September 7, 2025.

10-Minute Warning I

So, what can I say (or type) in 10 minutes?

Well, today is Monday. I’m typing away while listening to Paramore’s “Still Into You”. It’s my current LSS and, in my opinion, one of the best Paramore songs. And yes, the song reminds me of someone I was close with. I miss her.

Today, I dreaded waking up early. I set my alarm for 8 am, but I woke up 11 minutes later. I want to go back to bed and sleep, but I can’t. I have a job to do. I need to drink some strong coffee and walk around the office – which is also our house.

I have been working for my family’s company for almost a month. And I’m thankful for my current job. It’s clerical work; it’s not the job I wanted. But at least I’m earning money now and my writing, time management, and file management skills are being developed. And since I’m working from home, I don’t have to spend money on food. I like to stay in this job for another month or 2. Or 3. (It depends on when I finally get an ideal, stable web/graphic design job – a job I have been looking for for a few years and counting.)

What else? Crap. I’m not even sure if I’m writing properly. But then I’m writing under time pressure. I need to take a chill pill.

And wait a minute. Just checked my Instagram. Undertaker and Dave Grohl have Super Bowl commercials?! I must check them in a bit.

And time’s up.

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Notes to Self I

Hi! I’m The Deranged Writer. Welcome to the 1st edition of Notes to Self! This segment is where I remind myself of a relevant quote or a simple reminder. And that quote can be from any media or someone I know in real life.

In this 1st Notes to Self, I would like to share one of my favorite quotes of all time – from one of my favorite movies, Batman Begins.

Spoiler warning if you haven’t seen Batman Begins. If you don’t mind being spoiled, go ahead.