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Monday, June 27, 2005


I have no right to complain, for I was warned many times about the Missouri summer. But it's hot. And I have no air conditioning. No air conditioning by choice. When I moved in, Mr. Morris, the landlord, gave me a choice between a refrigerator or an air conditioning unit in my room, and without hesitation, I took the fridge.

It's not all bad. Sure, I can store and consume my food independantly of the other tenants. And without an air conditioner, I'm saving the earth, being "energy conscious" and all that jazz. Best of all, I don't need an alarm clock, since the heat wakes me up every half hour or so.

Did I mention that my skin looks fabulous? Who needs a sauna?


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