Last Month I Held Aladdin's Lamp... Well Someone Came and Took the Lamp Away...

I looked... around... a lousy candle's all I found...

Managing a bad trade, or bad trading day, is like nursing a wound... often times, mere flesh wounds, every now and then, a fatal wound, and you know the trade is going to die, sometimes fast and shocking, sometimes slow like terminal cancer...

...and so you treat it the best you can, like in a hospice... and you eat your very own last supper... whatever it is... rice and roe-tsung... a bowl of captain crunch cereal...