When I was a kid, I always got depressed on Sunday mornings when I’d flick the television on and I’d hear music swelling with people singing “Discovery, Discovery, Dis-co-ve-ryyyyyyy”. It was the Day of Discovery religious program, and that sucked balls compared to what I enjoyed just the prior morning.

Good Lord, where was I going with that? I’ve forgotten. In any case, having lost 80% of my account thanks to the March 14-29 rally, I’m clawing my way back. I’m almost back to $300 billion. Elizabeth, you will be mine again, one way or another.