Hell is cold, not hot.

Public Transportation has got to be a kind of bane. After taking care of all my plans yesterday, the only way to get to work was to catch the bus. I could do that, not really a big deal. The sun caressed my face, and I thought of how nice it was outside. I caught my first bus and got off at my transfer point. Then I waited, and waited, and waited. It almost seem like some sort of divine punishment. The air around me took a huge temperature dive and I was pretty sure it was close to zero degrees. Thankfully it was not windy. I pulled out a book and began to read. Anything to take my mind off the cold. I had to stop every five minutes and jitter for a bit before going back to the book. Then it hit me. I had an urgent need to relieve myself, and the cold was not helping. It was sharp and it stabbed my bladder hard. I kept reading though. To mock me, the wind picked up and I became glad that most of my hands were bandaged. My fingers tuned the pages like ice picks stabbing into the only obvious ting they are supposed to strike into. Then it got dark, and I cursed no one but myself. See my trench coat has linings that attach and zip up on the inside. They make me uncomfortably hot when I wear them with the coat. How I wished I had them in now. The need to go ease myself was stronger now. For a picosecond I contemplated doing it right then and there. The heat would surely warm my legs up. There was that whole unsanitary issue and the fact that it would get cold and make it worse. I beheld my watch and two hours had passed. I lit up a cigarette, which is the hardest thing on the planet to do when your fingers are bandaged, shaking and frost bitten. No sooner than I got it lit though, the bus pulled around the corner. Never again I said. I swung to the back of the bus where it was closer to the engine, in hopes that I would get warm quicker. I continued my book and wondered how often greyhound busses leave their terminals. Surely it's more often reliable and often than this bus I was currently riding.

I must extend a warm thank you to Randi (sektie) for sending me a card for valentines, however late my thanks are.