Ugh. Humans.

Ever feel too far away to help with somebody's problem? Still ticked off at this particular somebody for psychological damage, but on a scale of 1 to nuclear winter, this somebody's current problem is just a shade below "this is not a drill."

This somebody's got help from other quarters anyway, so I'm not entirely worried about how things will turn out - just restless with the need to do more than I am doing, and more aware than ever that restraint really isn't my thing.

I enjoy research. I enjoy satisfying my curiosity and indulging my imagination, and usually the work's rewarding enough, but it isn't right now. I wish I could do more than look up overseas shops that sell knuckledusters.