Luckily I can cook, so I made some Beef Stroganoff which provides a hilarious platform for many stroking-off comments from you guys.
My younger sisters SL and SK have school in the mornings and my parents don’t really drive at night – not because they’re old but because they just don’t really want to. So I watched 40 Year Old Virgin with my mom (awkward?! Yes) and crashed there.
This morning my dad came down and, as he does every morning, turned on the stock channel. I don’t really get why you would want to start your day off all depressed and with thoughts of half your money basically burning in a fiery inferno (because it may as well be). Alas, he does.
Now I don’t know how many of you have RSPs or stocks or whatever, but I do. I’ve seen the steady decrease of my RSP savings from over $20,000 down to $14,000 and now at a depressingly low $8,000.
I know my loss is ridiculously low compared to the hundreds of thousands that other people are losing but at the same time, I’ve had an RSP since I was 19 and this last year I finally was able to start putting a large chunk in every month. Now I kind of feel like maybe sending my money to that nice Nigerian guy who emailed me may have been more worth it.
On the upside, now is the best time to be putting more cash into that money-sucking, depression-inducing system. That’s right; buy low, sell high – isn’t that what all those crazy stockbrokers say? Since the Canadian dollar is now worth less then a collection of toenails I may as well throw it all into my gold stocks.
If I’m going to be a millionaire by the time I’m thirty I better get cracking.
Then again I could always just invest all my money in Zoloft.