So, here I am in NYC, and I wonder why I am so damn cold? Hmmmm, maybe it's because it's ALWAYS COLD THIS TIME OF YEAR IN NYC! I shouldn't complain as I brought this on myself. I moved here on my own. I chose to live the life of a starving artist, and, yes, I CHOSE to take the air conditioner out of the window and leave said window open because of something that is screwed into the sill. That thing in the sill won't allow the window to close, and consequently, when it gets REALLY COLD outside, it gets cold inside.
Still, I would rather be too cold than too hot. My roommate and I were discussing the difference between dry heat and humid heat. Because we're both from CA, we appreciate the validity of it being a "dry heat." 90 degrees is waaaaay more bearable in a desert than in a humid, nasty, stinky city.
Don't get me wrong, I love NY. But my hair hates humidity and I have come to hate sweating for no reason. Sweat is sexy when it involves heavy workouts or, uh, well - sex! But spontaneous butt-crack sweat is NOT SEXY and is just nasty.
Back to the cold weather though. I usually call Feb-March the "bleak months" here in the city as nothing happens and things just look unpleasant in the concrete jungle. This year, things aren't too bad. I am not sure if that's because I work from home, or I just stopped caring, or even if I am too busy to notice. Whatever! I'll take it. I am a nester. I like to hunker down in a warm blanket and rot. I know that's no way to live, but sometimes it's called for. I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR MY LACK OF MOTIVATION DURING COLD MONTHS. That being said, I have been moderately productive, so I guess I am a big walking contradiction.
I have another complaint: why are people still harping on the "Miracle landing on the Hudson?" I know it was a miracle, and yay for the pilot, but the whole black box thing...is it really newsworthy? Everyone lived (except the birds that got eaten by the engines) and nothing else has changed since. Furthermore, Caylee Anthony is still dead, Michael Phelps should be left alone, and our economy still sucks. As Dennis Leary once said, "Life sucks, get a fucking helmet." I know I have said that before, but it keeps coming back to me. Anyway, I am freezing and trying to keep afloat in a world that is trying to collapse on itself. And why the hell is everyone on Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice having a panic attack? Is that what's sexy now????????
