For the order of the day, I'm pissed at my new broker. They can't get a damn thing right, it seems. I entered an buy order in my IRA three fucking times and it didn't go through. Called them and they said they had no record of it. Did it over the phone, cost me twice the commissions. Finally figured out how to make their fucking service do what it was supposed to when I put in my wife's IRA order, and their computers went down, and they had to call my wife and take her order over the phone too. Luckily they didn't charge broker-assisted rates for that, though. At least the commisions are cheap.
Tonight I think I'll call max and see if he wants to get wasted. Or maybe tommorow night. If he doesn't, I'll curse him out, because the lousy bastard was begging me to come drink with him last weekend, and all trying to guilt trip me and shit, when I just wanted to stay at home and get wasted with my wife. He said some shit about how he would need to study this weekend. Fuck that. I didn't study in college and neither should anybody else. Goddamn perpetual students anyway, he should have graduated by now. Commie Bastard.
Anyway, that's all. Probably should work now.