A terrorist...or Ned Kelly with a tan? After a long day at work I find it really hard to get emotionally invested in things like this. The Bali Nine, Bachar Houli, Chris Judd, Alistair Clarkson. Even the earthquakes in Nepal. I'm so buggered and knee-deep in my own shitty life that at this point, if it doesn't directly concern me I find it really hard to care.
Is this what it means to get old?