I gave P80 a test run this week. Here are my thoughts on it. I started the test last week, but had a horrible reaction to it. I wrote about it here…
I’ll write about this pre-test incident at the bottom, after the report. Ok, so I took a break and continued on with my P95 testing. So, starting Monday, I did the P80 test.
Day 1 (Monday)
Location: Work (Construction site)
I sprayed 10 mcg on in the morning and drove to the job site. Didn’t notice anything until a couple of days later, after some further testing. What I looked back on was avoidance. At the time, I didn’t think I was behaving any different, but nobody would talk to me. Could have been P80, or it could have been a fluke. I’m going to disregard this day in the testing phase. I’m just not sure.
Day 2
Location: Home & Work
Amount: 15 mcg
I’m a machine. I have a job to do and I’m going to do it. Don’t chit chat with me unless you want me to bill you for my time. This is the feeling I’m starting to pick up on.
I get up and shower in the morning. Spray on my 15 mcg and go for a run. I don’t take the dogs, they’ll just get in my way. I’m focused. I have weights on my feet, but it does slow me down. It keeps me grounded and on task.
I get home and make a pot of tea for Mrs. Musky, drop it off on her bedside table and head into work.
A superintendent stops me on my way to meet with the building owner. He wants to talk about a drywall contractor he’s having problems with. I tell him he’s the super, I pay him to handle these problems. What can possibly be the problem that is beyond his ability to handle? “I want to fire him off the job”, replies the super. Ok, so fire him. Why are you wasting my time with this? You’ve worked for me for ten years, I’m pretty sure you can handle this on your own.
I have a great meeting with the building owner, but at the end of the meeting, as we are leaving, she tries to play a money game. She doesn’t want to fund my next draw on our scheduled date. I have twelve subcontractors who are looking to get paid that day. I tell her that’s fine, but I won’t be back on the job until she does. I don’t mean to be an ass, but I’m not a bank. These subcontractors need their money and unless she wants me to start passing out her cell number, she needs to maintain our contract. She sees the light, so to speak. I buy her lunch and all is well again.
Day 3
Location: Home
Amount: 20 mcg of P80, and my Musky Loves His Wife combo (2 sprays of IFM, 2 sprays of Instant Honesty, 2 sprays of TUTH, 4 sprays of P83, 2 drops of A314)
Ok, I wear that combo a fair bit when I feel like getting lucky, but this time… Oh man, I don’t know what came over me. I blame the P80 and the P83. I probably shouldn’t have deviated from the testing, but I wanted to see how it would fit in a combo.
I was working at the home office this morning and the wife went and dropped off the kids. I showered and put on the above combo. I was feeling very aroused. She got home and I was watching her pick stuff up and she noticed I was staring. Converation went like this;
She said to me “You look like somethings wrong or you want to say something.”
I responded, “Yea, I want to bend you over the couch and f–k the living daylights out of you.” She started to say something, but I interrupted and said “First, I want you to go get a shower and shave, just how I like it, and when you’re done I’m gonna punish you for it.”
She didn’t know what to stay, and was kind of stuttering. So she said “You are?”
I said, “Yes, and I’m not asking.”
She said “Fine, but I want you to do the shaving.”
Ok this may not seem like much to some of you guys out there, but I never talk to my wife like that. After her shave, it was lunch time 
(pardon my crudeness, ladies) and then an hour and a half of rough, dirty, illegal in some states, sex. There wasn’t a place I didn’t penetrate and not a place she didn’t beg me to hit again. That was just the type of sex we needed. It really did well for us. I didn’t realize how much she enjoyed that really aggressive sex.
Day 4
Amount: 25 mcg
Location: Bookstore
I spray on my 25 mcg after my shower and a shot of cologne. Tommy Bahama. Mrs Musky is next for the shower. She hangs on me for a bit and buries her head in my neck (this has always been one of her favorite locations to rest her head, so it works really well for me and phero inhalation. She proceeds to tell me how proud she is of me (I landed a nice contract at work yesterday. I don’t know if P80 attributed to it or not, so I left it out of yesterdays report.) Well, Mrs Musky is a bit sore today 
, but Mr Musky is invited back into the shower for a BJ, so what can I say? Wasted sprays? Maybe, but, maybe not. I think it was directly responsible for this mornings perfect send off.
Stop by the bookstore. I’m looking for a book on the military use of remote viewers. I can’t find it. I wait at the help desk for a few minutes and finally someone shows up. The guy says he is sorry for keeping me waiting and is there anything he can help me with. I tell him the name, but it’s not on their computer. He apologizes again, this time for the book not being in stock. Dude, I’m thinking, relax. It’s not your fault. So, he asks me to follow him and proceeds to scan the section it should be in. Nothing. So he apologizes again and gives me a gift card. Cool! I thank him and left. That evening I wrote a thank you letter to the manager of the store complimenting that guy. He really bent over backwards to help me.
Day 5
P95 overdose test today, Will write in the P95 thread
The Bad Experience mentioned at the top of the page;
I woke up and applied P80 in 10 mcg and A314. I forgot, the previous day, to bill for a job. We would have been paid the same day and we really needed that check. Well, Mrs Musky was unhappy. She was copping an attitude while I was in the shower. When I got out I was already irritated. She lit into me as soon as I got in the kitchen. Bitching at me consistently. I told her she needed to drop it. I fucked up. I know it. She asked “Don’t I have a right to be angry?” To which I responded with a shout “Yea, and you expressed that, but if you don’t shut the fuck up, so help me god, I’m gonna
shut you up.” Ouch. That wasn’t like me to speak to my wife like that. It went down hill from there until I just walked away. Look, words don’t do the conversation justice and that is fine with me. I’m not at all proud of it. But, like I wrote below, the P80 seems to amplify negativity (in myself) to me.
Overall impressions. I can define it as follows;
Focus
Strength
If I want it, I’m going to take it
Strengthens emotions of anger and agitation
