D had a surgical procedure done on his foot this morning, and is not going to be able to walk for a week. For some strange reason, I find his foot very tempting.......TO STEP ON!!D's annoying. He had refused to cancel his meetings, and since he couldn't hold them in his office, he decided to hold conference calls at home! I served lunch, helped him set up his make-shift office, and while he was on call, I took the chance to enter a 6E trade. Couldn't focus, ended up scratching, and that precipitated a migraine attack that kept me away from my screen for the rest of the Europe hours.
After dinner, whenever I mentioned I was going to see if I can get in on the ES, D would sing me this dreadful rendition of the theme song for a famous HK variety program, and I would burst out laughing each time... totally unable to FOCUS. Missed my 6-tick (which I would have gotten on the 3rd candle after market opened) winner!
So when D wanted to enter short at 913.5, I told him it was going up. D took my word for it - even though he recognized the 2nd entry plus partial rise setup. ES went about 3 points down. Since D was always just aiming for 3 ticks, he was pissed.
But I was PLEASED!!!
To add insult to injury, I remarked that if he had had so much conviction, he wouldn't have hesitated just coz I said it was going up.
I'm HAPPY that I'm ME AGAIN!! LOL!!!!
Anyway, D's up about 300 for the week (that's a lot for someone who aims for one to two 3-tick winners a day), and I'm up 800, so we are not going to kill each other over a few ticks.
Well, actually, I can kill D, but D can't kill me YET. He needs me to bathe him, and wheel him to our smoking corner for his nicotine fix for an entire week.
Hur hur hur.....
