It’s 26 days to go before my birthday, December 5. And by November 5, I’m supposed to finalize my plans (venue, guestlist, etc.) But nope. I’m still undecided about everything. In fact, I don’t feel like planning today. Should I even plan my party at all? Maybe I should just treat this coming December 5 as an ordinary day for me.
Whatever. Let me just rest now. Maybe I will change my mind and then start planning my party again.
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Today I’m supposed to write my 10th Notes to Self, but I need to get something off my chest.
Tonight, I almost got hit by a car because I felt dizzy and a bit breathless while I was walking in the pedestrian lane. I felt ashamed and more anxious because of the almost-accident, so I went straight to my safe space Satchmi, relaxed my nerves, and had my dinner there. It took an hour, 1 BLT, and an iced tea before I started feeling somehow better.
Before closing, I asked one of the cafe’s baristas if I could reserve the cafe for my birthday. He told me that I could reserve the cafe as long as the event falls on a weekday, and I said my birthday falls on December 5, Tuesday. Cool. Now my favorite cafe is a possible birthday venue. I went home after inquiring, feeling much better.
What else? Hmmm. That’s it. That’s about it.
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So, this is the 69th Minute Warning post. Nice.
Moving on, what happened in my life today? Well, I spent my afternoon planning my birthday theme and venue. Again. I’m supposed to start booking on October 5, but even now, I’m not sure whether I go for a karaoke costume party, a coffee and chill party, or a game night. I’m sure though that my party will happen at night.
Crap. Planning a birthday that is not a simple dinner is harder than I thought. Maybe I should just do another dinner party. (I think I said that before in a previous post.) But anyway, I should decide on the theme, contact all possible venues, and then invite my family and friends on or before November 5.
And… that’s it. That’s about it.
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 