Sometimes I think, how did I up end here?
I'm sitting in front of a computer stocking crypto. Yes stocking = 'stalking + stocks' My eyes are fixed on the screen as I'm waiting for the best opportunity. This is 21st century hunting. Predictions are made. Guesses are mapped out. The time is (approximately) set... Not yet. Ctrl +1 and Ctrl + 2 to write this and check for any slips. But it's too risky. Ctrl + Q is too close for comfort. I'll compromise with a screen split.
Nothing worse than no internet, as I'm writing this in my favorite text editor ____. Good thing for some hard drive space. I have around 1 hour to capitalize on a huge buy. Maybe.
It feels strange to be here. I see numbers and can feel depressed. I just internalized someone's FOMO within a few seconds. This life is really strange. I guess having a negative number next to your name CAN make you sad. Math can fuck up your ego.
I'll make you a deal. balance what you hunt with how you feel. What the hell am I talking about...?
