It's surprising how much a good nights sleep can contribute to one's sense of wellbeing. Because it cooled down very significantly from the Republican temperatures we had for four days -- ninety and above -- it was actually possible to fall asleep, easily, and restore the tissues. During the preceding nights I had lain awake for hours with great pain and twitches in my legs, the body aching and uncomfortable. Now I understand whe Australians eat vegemite. It's sheer frustration, as well as a substitute for their own young.
Oh, and perversion. They're real sickos.
But mostly their beastly climate.
It also explains why they roar around the desert naked and tattooed, marauding each other's settlements in a kangaroo wasteland dominated by sadists and rapists on motorbikes.
As well as Johannes Bjelke Petersen, Scott Morrison, and William McMahon.
When I woke up I was refreshed, and considerably more human.
You probably wouldn't think so, because you know me.
But it's true. I am no longer Australian.
Heat creates perverts.
Australia, Florida, New Delhi, Texas. And Paris in August of 2003.
Undoubtedly, it also explains the hollywood writers' strike. Consider the climate down there.
"It's too hot, we're torpid and verklempt, we don't wanna work!"
If it weren't for temperate weather occasionally, the world would be dominated by Scandinavians, and we'd all be eating lutefisk. We'd have to.
Just look at Australia.
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