Sick of it

"I wanna die in the Summertime"... those are the lyrics of the Manic Street Preachers' classic. I now understand the significance of these words -- a corpse is supposed to get cold, so it might be the only realistic hope of cooling down a little in the near future. At the moment it's a difficult decision between that or trying to see out the 10 days remaining until the "official" end of summer. When it's really humid, your sweat doesn't evaporate either -- it sticks to your skin and clogs up the pores, which effectively nullifies the body's main cooling system.

I think the hot nights are the worst part of it, I don't really care how hot it gets during the day if I can get some relief in the evening. In 2007 thus far there have been a total of four nights in which I was able to sleep for longer than five hours. That probably explains why I've been in such bad moods of late, but it gives me the chance to get a few more things done around my apartment, so all is not lost.

In other news, I'm still dreaming of cooler climates, I'm in the process of sorting out my flight to London later in the year. At this point it looks like I'll be flying out of Brisbane airport about seven hours after finishing work, which basically means getting there within four hours -- for a 24 hour flight. That follows on after returning from New Zealand just eight hours before going back to work last year. No rest for the wicked.