Genius, i.e. Human Popcicle

I thought I was a genius. A brilliant mind capable of unbelievable things.

I guess I was right, to a certain degree. I succeeded in creating time travel after all. But this is where my brilliant mind also failed horrendously. Time is not meant to be played with, and if you do, chaos ensues.

So here I am, after bouncing around the millennia of human existence, I've finally stayed in one place for more than a day. I wish I hadn't.

It's getting colder, and I really don't want to end up as a human Popcicle of the Ice Age.