5 Minute Warning XX

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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

10-Minute Warning IV

Let me tell you something again under 10 minutes.

Productivity wise, well… I have a few rough nights not coming up with better homepage designs. I also need to sharpen my pen tool skills. Perfect. Just when I am falling in love with Adobe Illustrator again. But other than that I’m good.

And also I’ve been checking more of my junior designer’s social media and UI work, too. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I need to go overtime and work on her tasks myself. But that would not make her improve, right? It’s not in my nature to be strict and I am kind of a rebel myself, but in order for my subordinate to improve, I need to toughen her up. So far, so good. I hope she improves in a couple of months.

When it comes to my panic attacks, there are a few major ones but I am really doing my best to handle them myself, though I do need to inform my loved ones what is happening to me. Even if I am having those attacks, I still have to be aware of my surroundings. I cannot let them win over me. Fuck anxiety, man.

In the coming weeks, I will finally scatter some old posts to beef up The Dispatch’s  archives. I’m pretty sure there will be a lot of writing exercises over actual essays, but that’s better than having a stagnant blog. Right?

And there goes 10 minutes.

5-Minute Warning XIX

December starts tomorrow, meaning that my girlfriend is turning another year older. Oh my God. Oh. My. God. Am I ready for tomorrow? I do have a gift though, but should I buy another? But budget is tight. And beside I already bought a gift she really wants. I have not given her a gift off her actual wish list on her birthday. I do not want to make another mistake.

I am nervous. But why should I nervous? I already bought her something. Something she really wants. Good grief. I need to relax. Goddamn coffee. I should stop drinking coffee at night. Stupid, stupid, stupid.