Dear Ungodly Heat, [ 2003-06-24, 6:04 p.m. ]

You win. I'll spend the night rearranging my furniture and putting in the a/c. Because if I sit here sweating for even ten more minutes, I may become comatose. And if I have to listen to another night of street theater courtesy of the Whistler and his friends, I may become homicidal. And if I continue to structure sentences this way, I may become unemployed. And if pigs could fly, that would be really weird and messy. And..and...

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