STILL AT THE FUCKING AIRPORT

I live here now, always have lived in the Newark airport, meandering about in search of deep fried delicacies and cheap beer.

I made 13bps today and presently operate on 1 hr of sleep. It’d be nice to be home or even on a plane — but instead I sit on a hard wooden chair and I wait. After I waited long enough, I shift to the right and wait again and continue to do this until the meaning of life loses its purpose. I’m to stay here indefinitely and just deal with the 55 degree environ in short sleeves, wondering about the warm sun outside and what it might be like to sleep in a bed.

I expect a sharply rally soon, based upon the laws of Stocklabs. I’ll be closing out my shorts in the AM.