With the barkers and the colored balloons

I gave a seminar today, next town over, Livingston. It's about 30 miles up and over a mountain pass from Bozeman.

It was snowing hard all day long. I worked all damn day.

Spent some time talking about the effect of Japan's catastrophe.

Power point explanation of how money is made, over steak dinner and a cocktail

It was snowing hard enough that we drove 25 miles an hour over the pass.

The whole thing is somewhat repugnant, but, hey, who doesn't like money?

I was wearing my best suit and nice shoes, coughing and wondering why the fuck I am still making money off misery, again. (That's why I quit being a lawyer.)

Repugnant, like I said, but it's free money.

We flipped the short position into a long position on Japan and now will ride the inevitable upside wave.

I straighten my tie and ask myself if I can sleep at night. I won't really know until eye close my I's.

The rules are there, the game is set. If you could move your rook and checkmate, wouldn't you?

That is what I struggle with.

Christ, what a melancholy post.

Did I mention it has been dumping snow all day?

I feel myself coming down with rectal glaucoma.

I just can't see my ass coming into work tomorrow.

My doctor said this can't be cured below about 11,000 feet of elevation.

I gotta take the cure.

(edit: at work, 7:09 a.m., close japan long position, go back to guilt free investing in big oil, coal and sweatshops.)