Really Cold Here.

As it is really freaking cold here, and also because it is almost time for me to go to sleep and forget about everything today, here is a free-style write-up thing that I have written right now.

It is really freaking cold.
Nobody acknowledges this but me.
Everybody dies.
I cry.

Alternate Version:
It is really freaking cold.
My fingers are numb.
No Zombies, they're frozen.

And another thing:
It's really cold.
Come on Portland, snow already. What happened to all that moisture you're so fond of showering on us, huh?

Gah, I need to go to bed.
So... Cold...