It has been 4 days since I went back home from the hospital. And I feel like I am in a long reboot mode. (Again.)
For almost 3 weeks, I got used to doing whatever I have done to heal, recharge, and kill the boredom while I am confined in a spacious nursing room—notably eating/drinking water and medicine/sleeping on time, jogging in place, and writing while standing. So I need to apply those habits and adjust once again to my home.
And how’s that going for me? Difficult. Very difficult. But I still need to adjust. I must.
Anyway, since I need to sleep on time, let me have some early Sunday Night Questions—where I answer 5 yes-or-no questions, and explaining my answer is not mandatory. (Though I have noticed that I explained almost all of them? Yep.)
Let’s get to it!
Continue reading Sunday Night Questions VIII
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Whatever happened that lead to my confinement at the hospital for almost 2 weeks, there is a bright side to it: I was on a writing spree; my brain was continuously flowing all the prose and poetry, whether it’s long or short, and whether it’s about professional wrestling or something personal.
I have never been this active since 2009, and I have been riding the Internet as a pseudo-anonymous writer for 11 years. And I am glad I am still allowed to use a laptop and phone to communicate with my friends and family and, of course, blog the hell out.
And now that I am back at my home, the first thing I did was open the laptop and then my Q10 writing app. I wrote a few outlines about what happened at WrestleMania 35 and the Raw show after that, then took a water break, and went back in front of the screen. And that’s what I only did after that: staring at the screen, the cursor blinking, waiting for me to type the next word.
Continue reading LIV: Another Block
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Welcome to the 20th edition of Minute Warnings, where I write anything with or without errors under time pressure.
In this case, I wrote this under 5 minutes.
So, what happened today?
I had a hard time sleeping this morning. That recurring dream about being ignored and someone I’m fond of has been eating me up day and night. It bothers me so much that I woke up way too early for WWE’s WrestleMania pre-show.
I’m not complaining about being on time for something I like. But it’s like I’m also pre-occupying my mind from the nightmare by watching good ol ‘rasslin. I mean, come on. What should I really be doing? Should I just enjoy humans grappling one another or get rid of the goddamned dream?
Anyway, WrestleMania was really enjoyable. It had 16 matches on the card, which is so long… but the good thing is that a lot of wrestlers I picked on the first Fast Forecast won! Kofi Kingston became the first black WWE Champion with no asterisks, Seth Rollins became the Beast Slayer when he pinned Brock Lesnar 1-2-3 for the Universal Championship, and Becky Lynch became a double Women’s champion in the first-ever women’s main event of the spectacle. That is amazing. Just amazing.
What the fuck am I doing? I’m on my medication while writing this one. I hope I don’t have any errors here or something. Blah, blah, oh well, whatever nevermind. Ω