Truth be told, I drive too fucking much. Fact: daily commutes damage the psyche. However, I used to be a chauffeur and find a certain ‘sport’ in navigating a familiar route. Trends emerge. A left curve on the highway may be harmless at lunchtime but leads to hysteria come six. You see it 700 days in a row but your route stays unchanged. I toil the nuances in my brain and feverishly use all sensory inputs, analyzing collective overreactions, damning civil engineers, and listening to music with egregious beats per minute. In the end I get to point B. So do you. But did you stop to consider brake light contagion spreading into an otherwise clear lane?
In my case it is clear daily commutes have no adverse effects to the human psyche.
RGLD sits on the precipice of a lovely pullback. I want more RGLD. I want that shit on a belt buckle, RGLD in Old English. I want to hold out for $75 and I still think the following volume cave deems necessary some back and fill action:
But I may have no choice but to buy more. The fucking turkey is already in the freezer. Magic 105.1 is blasting out holy X-mas jams by J.Beebs. And buyers sopped up lower prices today with their poisonous exploding can biscuits. Are you listening to pagan Christmas music yet?