Before I moved in the central air busted and I needed to replace it. The first night at the house the refrigerator broke and I can’t get a new one until 7/6. Today while the painters painted, one of the young lads doing ceilings on stilts had a fucking seizure and fell straight down into a desk and almost killed himself. It was a terrible thing to bear witness to and reminded me of how lucky I am to be healthy. I often get caught up in the rat race of needing to do things because MUH WORK or MUHHHH goals and I forget to enjoy life.
Truth is, and this should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me, I stopped trying to find joy in life a long time ago and now just focus on short term achievements as a weight station towards some sort of equanimity.
If I fell off stilts once per mouth in an epileptic seizure I’d probably just blow my brains out and get done with it. But not everyone is as grim as me, which is probably why I want the banks to collapse. You see, it’s all connected.
I made 31bps today and remain heavily short banks.
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