The end of the world did not seem to take place…

… and something flattens all day, and not me alone. Therefore, the celebration of the end of this sinful world in some club was canceled.
Today I saw the inscription on a jar of peaches, what has been done in Bulgaria, not in China, and even rejoiced, that not everything is still given to the Celestial Empire.
Another thought, surfing blogs, that most traders are doing some utter shit and for all the years, can't get rid of the thought, what stock market trading – frivolous occupation, something akin to a computer game, where is the majority – losers, still hoping to recoup. The market gives them hope, and then rips off like sticky. It is especially hard in this regard for the winners of the Champions League, kicked out of their market phase, they are like pop or rock stars that once flashed, collecting stadiums, and now completely forgotten fans.
I will go, I will play paintball, tomorrow, unwind…