Title's context totally different from how Jacko meant it to be.
The Sydney summer heat is perhaps at its pinnacle. Tempers are flaring up at the same sort of range. It gets so bloody ridiculous how the human race chooses to deal with such natural occurence. I normally try to grip harder on where I stand and keep that nonchalant stare. It takes a while to really not care. Between caring and not caring in such circumstances, I'd rather be the numbest creature in the planet. Perhaps numb is not the term. I still value sensitivity.
Longing for a getaway of some sort. My only reward would be getting to sit in an airconditioned, computer-equipped spot and getting paid for that. My mind gets to wander off but have to have eyes on my back lest someone does some sort of a peekaboo trick on me.
Longing to really wander off, perhaps do something productive. Fullfillingly productive, that is.
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