
Opened 3,832.02. Closed 3,832.30. Twenty-eight cents. I ate a turkey sandwich, because it was Friday, and on Friday the sandwich is turkey.
A DIARY, IN SEVEN ENTRIES

Opened 3,832.02. Closed 3,832.30. Twenty-eight cents. I ate a turkey sandwich, because it was Friday, and on Friday the sandwich is turkey.

Nine years. The index has doubled. My chair has a groove in it shaped like me.
FLAT
Delaney showed me a coin named after a dog. No product. No revenue. No plan. Up four hundred percent since breakfast.
+400%
Bought the dog. Two hundred dollars. Did not tell my wife, Delaney, or the compliance officer.
$200
Down ninety-four percent. I have not slept. I have not been this awake since the Clinton administration.
-94%
Delaney asked what I trade now. Equities, I said. On my second monitor a frog in a wizard hat was worth eleven million dollars.
WIZARD HAT
Headphones on. Nothing has moved on the first monitor since 2019. Everything moves on the second. I am at my desk. Ask anyone.
+1GUS HAS RUN OUT OF DIARY. KEEP IT SHORT, KEEP IT FLAT, LET THE NUMBER DO THE FEELING.
EVERY 08 ANYONE HAS WRITTEN. THE ONE IN FRONT AT MIDNIGHT IS KEPT. THE REST ARE BURNED.
PICK ONE, OR WRITE YOUR OWN ABOVE.