Moody For No Reason

You would think I’d be in a good mood, presently up more than 1% with seven out of eight stocks green. But my mood is sullen and sulky and dark.

BAS has me in a silent furry, washing over the walls of the room. The cat finally could not stand my presence, which seemed to put her on edge; her tail swishing her way to light side steps about me while she dared whether or not to approach. Finally, caution got the better of her and she briskly toed out the door.

I want to hurt the people hurting BAS. I want them to suffer a long, drawn out demise. I want it to be humiliating.

It’s not enough for me to win, anymore. This selloff was so spectacularly stupid, I want those across the table from me to lose. We’re past the grounds for accepting victory. I want to salt the earth of the conquered, burn the heritage landmarks to ashes, then shoot the first born.

I don’t just want a massive victory. Now I also want it to be brutal.