mom and dad,

you've instilled many, many great values, ideas, modes of reasoning and such into my head. there's one, however, that i'm not happy about. it's freezing outside, my heat is turned up and i'm toasty warm in my room. why does this comfort make me feel guilty? i thank summer after summer of swamp cooling, pulling a chair over to stand with my face under the vent in the celing. (the chair was necessary if you wanted to actually feel the cool-ish air, that's how effecticve the swamp cooler was.)

this is my rebellion. instead of filling my veins with foreign substances or stealing money, i'm going to put on shorts and a tshirt and enjoy this unseasonable comfort.