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andy pink, boston, mass —

announcement: we live in a world in which there is something called “wealth management” —

true story! sad commentary! shameful live ice spectacular with underpaid skaters dressed in hokey disney outfits!

i do worry: will i one day give up, give ground, and give in?

what soothes me is the following thought: simple carbs will be back in fashion one day. it does marvel — no — that the only people who don’t have to pay (labor, interest) for money are bankers. the paradox that bankers rob their own banks — i can see why they don’t really bother to explain it to anybody —

i am now over in cambridge waiting for my psychiatry (therapy) appointment. i feel a bit better now, it is two days back in bed with miss wellbutrin and though she is still cheating on me with the babysitter (who is neither boy nor girl) i am feeling a bit brighter. at 75, it is down low, and i think i’d like to try the sustained release (etc) at 150, i’m hoping it will be smoother. there is a real possibility that i will ditch my big stick for a hoverboard at 150 — but perhaps i will quickly remember my primary vehicle of choice. will there be a burnout of the excess of the excess? — when i was in the hospital in 2011 for four months they tried to lock me down with everything — i drank gallons of liquid thorazine and snorted countless lines of haldol — to no comfort. smoking zyprexa out of a bong is a humbling experience. i will have to be careful with the wellbutrin. i am slightly more paranoid and anxious today — but what has been working is simply reminding myself — out loud — that i am completely crazy. i seem to at least be a reliable narrator for myself.

but perhaps i am giving credit to a synthetic when credit is due to the prophetic: stephen fry. there are tens of millions of gay men in cheery moods this morning. mister fry is marrying his younger boyfriend — 30 years younger, 57 to 27 — soon, and it should give us all hope. i would put the age difference between me and patrick at 12-14 — so i’m not in the same troop of players as fry — though we do share the same psychiatric diagnosis. i am so happy for him and i am even happier for the young eliot who will likely be able to sleep with whomever he wants and yet can come home to mister fry — each evening — who will be forever smarter and funnier than his younger twin. such are the trade-offs for smart youth!

the central issue of this entry can be summarized as: by way of homology, are the 6 free yeast rolls at golden corral by person, by plate, by check, or by family?

i would thank the academy but they are all out of butter, andy p