Necessary for any workaholic.

I work long hours, usually 5 or 6 days a week. Because my work hours consume my life, I wasn't able to go past The Siesta without conflicting with my schedule. However I suggest anyone with a flexible schedule try any of the others. Also I do not claim ownership of this, nor is it marked with a copyright of any kind. It is simply a repost of a repost of a repost.

Nothing of interest

Though much has happened in the past 24 hours, not much is worth mentioning. Domestic dispute at a gas station I was buying cigarettes at ended in me being locked in the store waiting for the cops to show up. As I sat there at 4 in the morning between the Doritos and Red Bull, watching this girl cry her eyes out while this massive slab of douchebaggery banged on the window trying to get to her, I couldn't help but think... god bless America.

Is anyone else mad this isn't out yet?

Never go to bed angry

Make a routine for yourself, keep it simple. Call it a wind-down, your relaxation period before bed. Whether it's venting your frustration through forum posts, furious masturbation, or simply reading a good book. Give yourself an hour before you fall asleep to silence the noise in your brain. Going to bed relaxed can have positive effects on your sleeping patterns, and even your mood upon awakening the next day.

Every once in a while

You really just need to look at kittens do cute things.

 

See? Didn't that feel good? Yeah, that's right. Just let the cuteness take hold. It's ok, nobody's there to make fun of you. Just grab hold of the cuteness, and never let go.

A rarity amongst the wave of ferocity

Very few times have I come across a genuinely good man. Our desensitized youth ever cautious of their own desires often overlook the reality surrounding them. I believe I may have met this man. Vulgar and disrespectful as he may be, there is a certain caring feature about him that sets him apart from the rest. We meet up for coffee and cigarettes, the usual wind-down concoction after work is through. There in the coffee shop is a man sitting quietly in the corner, bundled up in last seasons red cross clothing. People come and go, paying no mind to him, while he gives them the same level of respect.

My companion offers the man a cup of coffee and something to eat, as customers all through the store seem surprised we would even associate with such a man. We sat, we listened to his story, and the mood grew somber. The man was no drug addict, nor an alcoholic. He was a regular man that had lost everything.

That night I sat and watched him buy 3 homeless people coffee, offer his coat to one, and chain smoke half a pack with another. What a guy.

This is just a test

Of your emergency broadcast system.