It’s getting cold outside. That’s what winter means in my neck of the woods, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. Humans didn’t evolve all this way just so that we could walk outside in November and be at risk of death. And it’s just going to get colder. Dammit. Aren’t we supposed to be some sort of unfeeling climate-withstanding hyperspecies by now? I’m covered in like 20 blankets, plus a hoodie, plus a really warm kitty, and I’m still cold. Frickin’ drafty window. Isn’t my landlord supposed to do something about this? Lazy bum.
Dario Saric, I bet, with all the money he’s making, isn’t cold ever. Except when he chooses to be. That’s one perk of being rich that the rest of us don’t even understand sometimes. They get the warmest socks, the snuggest jackets, the toastiest hot chocolate. The temperature gap between the rich and the poor widens by the day.