Futures Point to Recovery — Stuffing My Face with Greasy Foods

In recent weeks, I haven’t given a damn in hell about my health. I suppose it has something to do with my schedule, being too busy to play with the barbells at the gym. Now that I’ve stopped obsession over health and fitness, I’ve gone the other way and have began eating like a true barrel ass.

This morning I made myself some black coffee and instead of drinking it black, I drank it with half and half. I also took some of that half and half, cracked a fucking egg in it, a little vanilla and copious amounts of cinnamon, and made myself a French toast with some leftover brioche bread. Believe me, there had to be at least 10,000 calories in it. Because my son accidentally ordered 2 lbs of prosciutto at Whole Foods this weekend, I took some of that shit and fried it up real nice. After the fat had rendered, I took some maple syrup and fucking deglazed the pan with it (hahahahahaha) — and then dumped it onto the buttery French toast and prosciutto.

What an unhealthy breakfast! And you know what? I don’t give a shit.

This morning’s big news is the knuckle dragging apes from IBM paid a 63% premium to acquire RHT. Wall Street is getting real excited about that merger — mainly because we’re desperate to bounce.

Nasdaq futures are +100. Let’s not assert our bias unto the market just yet. Let her breathe and absorb the fuckery of the margin liquidations first, in order to see if she can deal with the elements before taking action.