SPIT BALLING INTO A CRESCENDO OF BUY ORDERS

What the fuck do I know? Not much, apparently. Ergo, and this goes without saying, I STEPPED IN LIKE A FUCKING LUNATIC MADMAN and bought a bunch of stocks. And get this… I have no fucking idea where the market is going next. Might go up, might go down. I look at the IWM chart and think to myself — “this is open to interpretation.” It can go either way. Then I look at my returns for the week, DOWN 7.1%, and I think to myself “what the fuck do you know anyway — just go long.”

Sure I am still +43.6% for 2022 and yes I will eventually fall back in sync with the market, at which point I will be talking so much shit you’ll have to log off the internet to avoid get some on your face.

I know that I am better than this. Truth is, I just really really wanted to see PAX AMERICANA end now, but it seems this type of ordeal will take longer than originally expected.

Now I drift off into the weekend very angry and upset with myself. I will not drink — because I have rules and one of them is “never drink when upset”, otherwise you’ll become a boozehound and die like a loser — at the end of a barrel or inside one.

Instead, I will now begin to toil. Mrs. Fly is in hyper-fixate mode with the house and she has a long and rich laundry list of well thought out chores for me to partake in. I will take brief interludes for snack and nourishment, rest for 5 hrs, awaken and toil some more. By Monday I will be back on my game, angry as fuck, revenge trading because what else is there to do?