It is 8 o’clock, and I’m seriously considering taking Ollie to a hotel. I am weak. I am exhausted. I am sitting in front of a fan after taking my 8th shower of the day, but it is not doing any good as the goddamn air is still 99 degrees. I am growing to hate this fan. I have definitely grown to hate the sun. If this is the last thing you read from me, please know that I lived a good life. I lived an honest life. I will miss you all. And know most of all that this Sylvania fan is a useless piece of garbage.