Welcome To 245 Kelvin

The north is frozen solid. Between ice storms that knocked us out for a week, encasing our properties in liquid glass, then below zero temperatures and three foot snow banks encasing our doorways, I’m having the most difficult problem of figuring out why I should get up in the morning.

My account is back up today, but it doesn’t feel like a run yet. Maybe that’s how you know it’s going to turn into one? I don’t know, this market is less trustworthy than a Russian laundromat owner who just bought out his cousin – cash.

And like the mob, I’m putting my chips behind this pony until I get the first “courtesy shoot up”. Then I’ll split, but why jump the gun?

Maybe because I won’t have time to split, that’s why. So really this post was just to confuse this market…shake it off my tail a bit. Maybe, I grab my bags the second before I walk out the door tomorrow and hit the first flight to Brazil to hide out.

I don’t know yet, and I’m not telling you either. Sheisty cheats will give me up in exchange for leniency at the first sign of trouble. You can pay your own debts, thank you very much.

Now, I’m going to return to the roaring fire, cleanly out of the view of any major windows, and get back to my paranoia…in peace.