Look, I know I'm not that great a writer, and I know nobody's probably going to read this, but I don't care. Please don't send reviews unless you really have a good, criticizing comment or praise. If you feel like stuffing my head down the toilet after reading this, that's fine, too. I don't know how this is going to turn out, and I'll probably end up erasing this anyway. Anyway, I know Daniel seems too perfect and all, and if you think so, you can tell me—I really have the feeling I'll be deleting this "story" soon, anyway. I don't even know why I wrote it in the first place. Sigh... being hot and sweaty can make you depressed, too, so don't yell at me. Air conditioner... where's the air conditioner? wanders off in a desperate search for the a.c.
P.S. I have short term memory loss and a short attention span.
P.P.S. I have located the air conditioner.