10-Minute Warning CXCIX

So, what can I talk about here in under ten minutes?

After the last post, I’m slowly getting better. I finished the urgent tasks and then took the time to rest. And by rest, I mean having The Angel’s Cup while catching up on the latest WWE Raw and the newly-uploaded Undertaker’s American Badass era compilation on WWE Vault. Lovely.

I’ve been queuing some of my posts (e.g., poems) for the past few weeks, and it warms my heart when I notice I’m improving at creating and queuing content for The Diary. On the other hand, The Diary is my personal blog, so writing whatever is on my mind quickly in a new 10-Minute Warning post makes me feel over the moon, too. I missed this.

Anyway, what else can I share? Oh, yeah, as I said before, I’m slowly getting better. But I need something to lift my spirits more, like… a haircut. Quite frankly, it looked like a train wreck, and I hate looking like crap.

And my ten minutes are up. See you in the next post, and happiest weekend to all!

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XLV: Full Circle IV: The Diary’s 3rd Anniversary

Today is the third anniversary of The Diary, my main home on the World Wide Web. I don’t think I have ever reached a third anniversary post on any of my older blogs, but here we are! I’m truly happy about this milestone.

And since we’re talking about numero tres, let me randomly pick three of my favorite written posts. Funnily enough, they were all published in 2025, and each represented three sides of me: the light, the dark, and the absurd. (And I also explained why I remember writing them fondly.)

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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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