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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.

XXV: A Hell of a Week & A Simpler Prayer

So, what do I want to talk about?

Well, first, let me talk about one hell of a week.

Watch VI: Initial Notes from WWE WrestleMania 41 (Night 2)

Before I proceed with my initial thoughts, I would like to give a quick update on my mental health: A few days after my last anxiety attack, after today’s productive fieldwork and a yummy steak lunch with my Father and Younger Brother, and then having a refreshing halo-halo with my Mother to beat the summer heat, I feel much better now. And as I’m typing this, I’m about to open an ice-cold can of Jack & Coke Zero to kick off the weekend.

But before I drink, here are my initial thoughts on Night 2 of WrestleMania 41! (Like I said in the previous post, the notes are initial; this is not an in-depth review.)