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when I say "hang!", you say "over!"

|Includes: GLD, Goldman Sachs Group Inc. (GS), PGB, SPY
I sat down at my terminal realizing I may not yet be capable of writing, which may make it better:
 
3:13 am- ish…
 
3:15 am- ish…  Well, made it home safely.  That’s a win.
 
3:17 am- ish…  Better eat some of these pills because my head is already starting to hurt.
 
6:30 am- ish…  Waves of pain rolling in like the tide.  I’m in and out for what feels like forever, but in reality is only about 5 minutes.
 
6:35 am- ish…  My body starts heaping psychological abuse on top of the physical punishment, “Who doesn’t have an air conditioner that works?  Seriously, this is ridiculous!  You’re an effing idiot!”  …. “Alright, alright, I’ll call them…”
 
6:37 am…  Let’s get this over with.  Initiating self-destruct sequence (by moving)… Five… Four… Three… Two… One (the number of steps between bedroom and bathroom)…
 
6:37:15 am…  “Hoooooarrrrghhhhhhh!!!!”
 
flush
 
6:37:30 am…  “Hooooooarrrrrrrghhhhhhh!!!!” 
 
Flus…  wow, these are coming faster than the flush can reset. Cmon baby, if I have to smell this, it may never en…
 
6:37:55 am…  “Hooo…..HOOOOARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
 
6:38 am…  “I think it’s ov…. HOOOOARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” ouch, ha ha, ow, heh, this is ridiculous, I’m going to have to tell people about this
 
Flush (FINALLY!)
 
6:38:12 am…  “Heh, heh, whew, I need to stick with the crown next tim…. HOOOARGHH!!!”
 
6:38:25 am… I don’t care if they’re expired, I need more pills.
 
6:38:45 am… If I kneel next to my bed, the pills will go down into my stomach faster, right?  It’s worth a shot.
 
6:39:36 am… Yeah, this isn’t working.
 
Black
 
7:30 am… NPR is filling my head with facts my friends will never believe.  Wow, that sun is bright.  Seriously, no air-conditioning?!?
 
8:00 am… business news… it’s a work day…  more facts no one will believe.
 
8:01 am… well, there will never be a “good” time to get this show on the road, and getting up gets me out from under the magnifying glass bedroom window that’s trying to melt me with the power of the sun.
 
8:02 am… one new text message.  Could she have been what I am remembering if I feel this bad now?  This is no time for philosophy
 
8:34 am… managed to muster sufficient brain power to respond to the text message.  Wow, that took half an hour. 
 
8:46 am… shower and toothbrush did a lot of good, but nothing for my swollen eyes.  Voice is also a liability.
 
9:01 am… they won’t expect me at my desk this early.
 
9:06 am… nothing important in the inbox. Voice message doesn’t need a call back.  Market futures up- unexpectedly high job losses…again… is fuel for another rally.  Sounds about right.
 
9:08 am… start writing.  the gears hurt without grease
 
9:08 am… damn, something feels wrong… no, it can’t be…. … yep…    Hello, boss person
 
10:00 am… leading economic indicators down 0.2%, jobless claims up, housing inventory way up, housing sales plummet, mortgage rates continue to decline, everything worse than expected, market tacks on another 1%.
 
10:22 am… Bernanke says quantitative easing, round 2, is coming…  Ahh, front running the news at the high frequency trading desks makes more sense.
 
GS and the other three market makers can front run the news, but I'm the one front running the hangover.  I'd like to say I'll be the one laughing in nine months, but I doubt it's going to be funny when the hangover hits everyone else.