Sub Zero Reception

The tyrant’s out but temperature’s still freezing. I have this immense urge to turn up the thermostat once again although I had previously promised myself never to meddle with it anymore for fear of incurring the wrath of “She who cannot be named”.

The delicate situation is ludicrous. The entire room is filled with 85% warm blooded but relatively hairless homosapiens who when informally polled admitted they felt terribly cold. Yet we have to quietly abide by the biological thermometer of “The Office Voldermort”. What’s one to do? Evolve?

Perhaps I will emerge a hairier human soon. Maybe after a year, you can even hunt me for blubber. Witness the metamorphosis.

On a side note: Global warming is plaguing the Earth. Ironically, turning the air-conditioning up will contribute to warmer environmental temperatures. What does this say? Humans who are able to take the heat last longer (pun unintended). Natural selection rules and Lordess Voldermort may melt into a pool of hot lard before long. Mean, yes. But I await with bated (icy) breath.