Morning has broken like the first…I cannot hide my pain anymore. It’s going to be effing cold this weekend so effing bloody fucking cold that the snowmen are huddling around a decaying rodent in the hopes it’s last useful act is to give off some heat. I cried this morning when Jack Frost was not content with nipping at my nose. I wailed like a Klingon when my cat froze mid air after being hurled into the darkness for a pee.
I love the cold it’s better than boiling your perogies off in a sweltering heat; but is there any need to take the piss like this?