Monday
June 29, 1998

 
I would kill for a fan tonight.

An ELECTRIC fan, I mean.

Make no mistake here. I would kill. If my downstairs neighbor came home right now -- the little mild-mannered unassuming nerdy guy who always smells like Jeno's Pizza Rolls and cigarettes -- and he was carrying a brand-new Duracraft Five-Speed Oscillator under one arm ... I guarantee his picture would be on a milk carton somewhere in Boring, Oregon next week.

I hate summer. Grrrr.

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