Purging the Heat Demons

Demons come in many shapes and sizes. You have the classic stink demons that used to live in a pair of Terry Klaver's shoes. Eventually they were exorcized by Ted. Then there are the demons of stupidity, observed for centuries before being immortalized by Scott Adams. Not to be overlooked are the intrepidatious heat demons (and their cousins the cold demons), who vacation in my room every summer. There are several ways of dealing with them. Naturally, one is my rickety old fan. It performs admirably in the absence of an air conditioning unit, although my dad keeps goofing with it every day while I am at work. More passive means involve not moving around alot and sleeping naked. Other than that, the best bet is to hope the heat demons take the night off.