Air Conditioning and no thoughts

I don’t know how I was able to survive 18 years of my life without drowning in the huge bucket of shit that
is my family.
The only thing that gives me hope is that sometimes when you are an asshole you get the end that you
deserve (yes, I am talking about you, mom).
I’d better go back to prepare the interview. I want to show Paul Hampel that he’s not dealing with a cub
reporter, and I don’t want him to think he’ll have a easy time with me just because I am a woman and I am
attracted to him. Brian, who is Paul’s psychologist, told me that Paul is kind of a viscid playboy. Anyway,
without Brian I couldn’t have gotten in contact with Paul Hampel — strange causality, but useful.