DISTRACTED: THE FLY ENDS SESSION 100% HOOKED *

My run is over. I can feel it in me bones — from my crown down to me cocks. The hot market hand of Feb-March has given way to something of a moron. I traded 1 billion times today and switched my opinions, LIKE A GIRL — because of uncertainty and a panache for drama. I will tell you this, and only because I care about you, do not follow me into April. If you are mirrored — UN-MIRROR yourselves and find another path.

I closed down 0.21% on a day that begged for me to be +3%. I gave up a large gain and then had to claw myself out of a hole. And I didn’t trade well. I just bought a bunch of shit — 122% LEVERAGED LONG WITHOUT HEDGES, and prayed for the best.

If we open down on Monday, I will stand before you completely castrated. The type of portfolio I entered the weekend with should be illegal. There isn’t any reason for me to have it, other than to suggest, and this goes without saying, my pink levels (on tilt, stress) is 1000000%.

Nevertheless, we will hope for the best and expect the worst — as always.

The war is going according to plan, other from the fact Putin is calling up conscripts and committing troops “to the west” for defensive posturing, when you and I both know he is going to ATTACK all the way to Warsaw.