I Know You Want to Get Even.

It's hotter than hot right now in this damned stupid apartment. Air conditionining that works conditionally, all this nonsense. I try to turn the AC up the teeniest bit, and I blow out the power. The clock flickers 12:00 AM.

I might inflate like a baked potato-- I might die. And, while you might try to direct my attention to the pioneers who made it past situations such as mine, I would say the following:

Said pioneers don't count, goddammit.

I live where I do because I can afford it. The 1890 electricity is about to kill me, dry me to a husk, etc.

At times I wish I were a vengeful god. I'd have my revenge.