Slept great, up early and through the breakfast routine. I'm working my way through some coffee beans that have a nice tobacco flavour. Early afternoon is when I'm most productive usually, while I'm having my morning coffee I'll get on the workstation, connect servers, check mail, check eBay, check trades, check forums while charting. Somewhere in between I chew some Nicorette and that puts my mind into overdrive for a bit. The present reality is the markets are knackered. I don't think it's a bear market like the doomers portray it as being (as they have been since time immemorial) but there's definitely a massive global deleveraging going on. This is bad for a speculative trader like myself, so it feels like one of those times when the only way to win is not to play.
Sunday I was around town looking for electronics to scavenge. I need to pound pavement and start finding better sources. New components seem to cost too much these days, having to pay RadioShack prices at places that used to sell closer to wholesale. Stores in general seem to be getting shittier and more expensive. I go to places like Home Depot now just to grab prices, go home, order a more suitable version off Amazon or eBay for less and those usually arrive in under a week anyway. Really the only reason I need to go out anymore is for groceries and gasoline. It's nice because being outdoors has become a luxury not a chore. The downside is that home has become more of a workplace, but I do enjoy that. What do I need a breakfast table for? To eat breakfast, the rest of the time it might as well be a packaging station. What do I need a bedroom for? To sleep, the rest of the time it might as well be a home office. The kitchen is my server room, which is a silly place for it really but it's the closest place to the phone jack that's out of the way.
I should get out more but I don't really want to go anywhere and the only things for fun around here are trips to the arcade, pool hall, stuff like that. I don't drink much these days, it's just money I'd rather spend elsewhere. I'm almost the only person I know who drinks anyway. No joke. It's like I'm a teetotaller magnet or something. Travelling is expensive, and stressful when single. I don't have a good mind for certain details. I flip-flop between extremes too often. I'm the sort who shows up to the airport four hours pre-flight with three different routes planned in case anything goes wrong, then realize I arrived way too early, get drunk in the airport bar and nearly miss the flight.
When springtime comes around I might trek out somewhere natural and make BHO in the bushes. It's kind of far to go to make BHO but at least there's a good chance it'll get done without any prying eyes wondering what's up. Maybe I'll invite my one remaining dealer mate, haven't seen him in a while and I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing how I make oil. We could dab some and have BBQ. He's a good dude at heart but has too many evil schemes. Speaking of which, there was the murder trial of another old dealer mate just last week. We all knew each other years ago, I was never that close to him, but I still never saw him as a bad person. So it's sad what happened, it sounded more like negligence causing death to me but I balked when it came time to decide if I would show for the trial. I can think of other dealers I knew who probably ended up in worst situations. But that's in the past, frantic and flawed, best not to dredge it up. On quiet nights though, I can't help thinking in wistful ways and romanticizing darker times. Sometimes in my dreams I'm roaming around the streets I roamed in 2000-2005 as if I were really there, lost in a fragment of time that I keep getting trapped in the memory of like some character in a Tennesee Williams play.
Sunday I was around town looking for electronics to scavenge. I need to pound pavement and start finding better sources. New components seem to cost too much these days, having to pay RadioShack prices at places that used to sell closer to wholesale. Stores in general seem to be getting shittier and more expensive. I go to places like Home Depot now just to grab prices, go home, order a more suitable version off Amazon or eBay for less and those usually arrive in under a week anyway. Really the only reason I need to go out anymore is for groceries and gasoline. It's nice because being outdoors has become a luxury not a chore. The downside is that home has become more of a workplace, but I do enjoy that. What do I need a breakfast table for? To eat breakfast, the rest of the time it might as well be a packaging station. What do I need a bedroom for? To sleep, the rest of the time it might as well be a home office. The kitchen is my server room, which is a silly place for it really but it's the closest place to the phone jack that's out of the way.
I should get out more but I don't really want to go anywhere and the only things for fun around here are trips to the arcade, pool hall, stuff like that. I don't drink much these days, it's just money I'd rather spend elsewhere. I'm almost the only person I know who drinks anyway. No joke. It's like I'm a teetotaller magnet or something. Travelling is expensive, and stressful when single. I don't have a good mind for certain details. I flip-flop between extremes too often. I'm the sort who shows up to the airport four hours pre-flight with three different routes planned in case anything goes wrong, then realize I arrived way too early, get drunk in the airport bar and nearly miss the flight.
When springtime comes around I might trek out somewhere natural and make BHO in the bushes. It's kind of far to go to make BHO but at least there's a good chance it'll get done without any prying eyes wondering what's up. Maybe I'll invite my one remaining dealer mate, haven't seen him in a while and I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing how I make oil. We could dab some and have BBQ. He's a good dude at heart but has too many evil schemes. Speaking of which, there was the murder trial of another old dealer mate just last week. We all knew each other years ago, I was never that close to him, but I still never saw him as a bad person. So it's sad what happened, it sounded more like negligence causing death to me but I balked when it came time to decide if I would show for the trial. I can think of other dealers I knew who probably ended up in worst situations. But that's in the past, frantic and flawed, best not to dredge it up. On quiet nights though, I can't help thinking in wistful ways and romanticizing darker times. Sometimes in my dreams I'm roaming around the streets I roamed in 2000-2005 as if I were really there, lost in a fragment of time that I keep getting trapped in the memory of like some character in a Tennesee Williams play.