The New York Stock Exchange isn’t doing anything. I feel like I’m in Folsom Prison singing a song on a guitar like ol Johny.
I was 3/4 sized up again today but the difference was I didn’t make as much money. Wheat was not the trading instrument that I thought it would be and I more or less escaped instead of making any real money.
I am on the mid to lower end of my monthly expectations and for the last 5 or so years it has been like this every summer. It is simply not acceptable.
Couldn’t even swim today because we had a little squall come and ruin a hot afternoon and now the pool is full of leaves and debris – not a good look. So I’m just trapped inside this cell.