Sunday Night Questions V

My anxiety levels are as high as Mount Everest (again), special thanks to this almost-every-week of overtime that since since May. What can I do though? I have a job to do, and I do not want to disappoint the company. But I feel my brain and that same creeping anxiety attack are having their own baby anxiety attack. What the shit? I’m seriously considering the 2-month resignation notice if this does not stop.

In the meantime, one way to distract myself from this work anxiety is writing either on my journal or writing here on The Dispatch. Now let me distract myself with the return of Sunday Night Questions, where I answer a set of 5 yes-or-no questions, and I can but am not obligated explain the answers. I’d like to rant tonight, so expect a lot of it after the jump.

And here we go…  Continue reading Sunday Night Questions V

Notes to Self II

“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but always paddling like the dickens underneath.”

— Michael Caine

In the “Notes to Self” series, I write down words my mind and heart should fully remember.

If you have been following The Dispatch for quite a while, you may have noticed that I cheated a bit on make a chronological Notes to Self. But that’s OK. This is my blog anyway.

Notes to Self VII

“There is no shame in fighting and getting your ass kicked. There is shame in not fighting at all.”

— The Undertaker, WWE Raw before the Invasion PPV, 2001

In the “Notes to Self” series, I write down words my mind and heart should fully remember.

The Undertaker is my favorite professional wrestler of all time. In fact, I wrote a tribute to him here. And today’s entry for Notes to Self has been on my mind way before I became The Deranged Writer, and way before I was introduced to the Internet.

Speaking of The Undertaker, have you heard he has an Instagram already? Like I said a while ago, he’s my favorite wrestler. But what the hell?