Notes to Self XXI

Of all the 14 Days of The Deranged Writer birthday blogging marathons I have done since the beginning of The Diary, the 2025 edition (this year) is the most memorable in terms of content quality. For 14 straight days, I wrote four acrostic poems (one of them is related and dedicated to The Undertaker), five music-related posts, one essay about a once-haunting day, one Notes to Self post, and only three Minute Warning posts. Only three. I have reached an incredible feat.

Speaking of Notes to Self, after blogging for two weeks straight, I realized something worthy of a Notes to Self post. It’s about freedom of expression, and the responsibilities that come with it.

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XXIV: Full Circle III (The Diary’s 365th Entry)

I wrote in the previous post that I would make this post extra special because this is The Diary’s 365th entry. However, after several days of drafting and not being content with whatever I came up with, I gave up for a while.

Maybe I will do what I do best: write down what is currently in my mind and then take it from there. And while I’m at it, I’m opening an ice-cold can of Jack & Coke Zero.

(opens an ice-cold can of Jack & Coke Zero)

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