Nick

Every morning when I'm showering, and some nights when I'm not, I like to use the hairdryer in my washroom to warm my body. There's something comforting about the drone and the consistent stream of warm air. But it's really hot now in the city, and the hairdryer vents are clogged with dust, and water escapes the shower every now and again, which leads me to my life's essential dilemma: I won't die at the hands of my hairdryer, will I? Like smoking, why am I doing this if I know it could kill me?