Per the modus operandi, I started the day as I always do: panic when the alarm rings and direct my fuzzy eyes to the undersized iPhone for quotes on the futures. “Oh they’re up wonderfully!” my internal dialogue rattled off.
I had my new breakfast, water with no ice. It’s very American to ice your water, especially in the morning. Next the morning commute was divine, showing signs of diminishing congestion. The blessing come summer of less women driving their bastard children to school.
Upon arriving at my terminal, my minion greeted me with coffee. I like my coffee just like my women: hot, black, and strong. I immediately scalp two handles of upside out of the $ES_F. Then I spot the trend change and capture 4 handles down during the gap fill. Oh how lovely a morning it was.
Then the bozos kept selling the futures down. Bozos really, for they’re fighting a losing battle with a structured system much more powerful then they fathom. So I bought more YGE. My foray into trading solar stocks isn’t dead, yet.
As we’re all held victim to the caprices of the Yen and its stupid ETF, FXY, I said forget this and had a walk and enjoyed some fancy tacos. This is nonsensical noise. Eventually this mess will all be sorted, lines will be snorted, and ladies will be courted.
Moving on to more pressing matters:
The very important matter of my birth is just around the corner, and I refuse to let a stupid little currency and the jackass carry traders sully my good time. I’m eating many cakes. I’m eating many cakes with both hands and getting frosting all over my mouse and keyboard. I don’t care.
Do you see how much I’m not caring right now?
Until the market starts bleeding me out via my swing longs, I’m looking at a very green day of future trading pared with some resilient longs, names like CREE, TPX, and IMMR. Hat tip on the haptics good Fly sir.
We know how it ends, but can you stomach the intermediate roller coaster? Find a way how.
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Great post.
Ben needs to correct this shit