12 clock. There are 35 degrees. About 35 anyway. Not for people like me. A weather, deep-fry at the Octopus Paul in the wild would be calamari. At least in the Gulf of Mexico. The swim even today in more oil than water. I think of garlic dip. Not a good idea. As bad cross between Dirk Bach and Rainer Calmund I wish myself to the North Pole. But that melts well. At least the ice there. The pole is probably Pol. Faster than ever before it melts, I had to read yesterday. As my lemon sorbet. This had me jumped in Aldi and survived the way to the little apartment. come from next door loud sounds through the slits of the closed shutters. A wind instrument in the neighborhood. Or maybe vuvuzelas? Here, the German players are still on the way home. Better travel said on holiday. Holiday. If it's less hot, I will make again leave. But in the heat not. Since I have to sit at a desk. Because who has a fan. The office as a last resort. Besides my car of course. I love the air conditioning. All day I would go there and spend about useless. With my camera in the bag. But what to take pictures matter? Somehow little moment. Or is it lack of motivation? Yesterday I even brought a book to Knips ride. not too bad: air conditioning, ice, book, senseless relocating. Yes, I am polluters. In the summer, anyway. But if the choice between thermal death and environmental sin is ... In the winter I make all things right again, when I save energy. Because I heat less than others. Good logic. My conscience is calm. I put the fan one step higher. Pleasant. Almost fresh. Just right for a coffee!
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