Breathing Really Is Not Effective

Last night we said goodbye to Kelly and Travis. They are obviously back on some form of illegal or legal drug. Travis did not go to work so he could go purchase some of the herb. How do we know this? Hmmm. Because I went to eat at the restaurant he works at. Aside from that I am over it. I do not need all the lying to my face.

So it is the end of the work day and I must say that I am convinced that the breathing technique that we are taught to deal with stress does nada. Today so many problems arose. It was like God said "...and let there be a stress." Shablam. Crackle. Glitter sparkles. Delivered. Whenever I get a phone call from one of the installation team members I know that something is bound to be wrong. Whether it be that their truck has broken down, they forgot material, the panties are in a bundle it is always something. I tried breathing today but it did not work. So I did the next best thing to breathing in some fresh air. I lit up a cigarette. I have not done too bad lately. I am not smoking the pack a day I used to.

However, I am praying that tomorrow is a different story and that things run smoothly. Like cum off of a gay man's face. Did I really just type that? I did. And I am sort of grossed out for some reason. Must be having a bad gay porn flashback in my subconscious. Or I could just be sexually frustrated.