Sun bus

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch! Just a few days ago, it was downright hot. Today, I am huddled up at my desk with two jackets, trying to pull one over my head to keep warm. That's right, Sun (or whatever your friends call you), I am now an eskimo because of you. You know what? Fuck you, bus. You are fired, mother shitter. So take your sunburn and your glowy white dots in the corner of my vision, and get out of here.

I mean seriously! First you make it crazy hot - fucking Tarzan hot! - and now it's so cold that my ears can only hear what sounds like howling. HOWLING!! This is bullshit! This is how people get sick! If you get me sick... I do not forgive easily, you bastard swine-flu spreading bucket of cocks!. Do you hear?! Some day I will fucking get you, Sun!

Fuck! I'm shivering, and this time it's not from anger. Christsicles, if it gets any colder, I don't know if I'll be able to get up to go home. They'll lock up, leaving me in here to fend for myself. I can picture it vividly. I shiver under my desk/shelter. It's cold. It's dark. I think I hear wolves.