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 Thunder has begun to crawl across the skies after a near unbroken string of heat wave. Normally, this would worry me, but

 

1. I'm baked out of my gourd to deal with several days of "cannot eat" stomach, and
2. I'm baked out of my gourd. 

I'm looking for ways out of my current job before it disables me completely. Working instead of resting my shoulder has most likely caused damage, and the sheer heat of the factory floor is wreaking HAVOC on my muscles.

 

As another peal of thunder sounds I find myself thinking about the friends I've made, of the little thrill each time I speak to them.

 

It took forever to get to the point where I feel this. Like, until I was in my 20s I didn't have a frame for reference. 

 

Like seriously people. Treasure that.