Sahara hits NYC

People talk about seasonal affective disorder (SAD). I was convinced this was an ailment a pharmaceutical company invented in order to ascertain some form of fiscal satisfaction. It was not until I moved to London I finally noticed SAD's existence. Much to my dismay, English weather is mostly gloomy whereby making the inhabitants of this country miserable assholes ALL -OF -THE -TIME. I too would find myself joining in on the occasional sidewalk push, or the inappropriately timed 'watch it' for no real reason except to shout at someone for a reactionary shot. I gotta be honest, it was fun at times.

However, I feel more miserable right now, this second, than I have ever in London over the years I lived there. I would take 5 years of perpetual rain and fog over even just 1 hour of this NYC weather. I want to talk as little as possible, move as little as possible, be outside as little as possible. Unfortunately, with my job, I have to keep moving and keep talking, whilst maintaining a professional appearance and demeanor; smile on face, pits stain free.

It is too  hot for this!!!! How am I supposed to look and act professionally when I'm shvitzing like a 300 lbs, hungover, excessively hairy man. I even think I smell like a cabby, after a 14 hour shift. Okay, I might be exaggerating about my stench. I do carry around deodorant, body spray, perfume, and smell good spray for my hair. I never want to walk in the office and have both the office staff and patients look at me like I have been a vagabond for the past 10 years--seeped in that indescribable, undeniable, urine smell.

Ugh, this is terrible. Everyone in NYC is miserable! Everyone is being rude.

Now it's every person for themselves. No one gives a shit! People are cutting each other in line, bumping people into the street. EUGH, the woman and their fucking strollers rolling around people's feet and shit, using their biological 'appendage' as a reason to be so fucking rude REALLY piss me off

Perhaps it's the economy but it seems like stores aren't even bothering to put on their air conditioning! Even Starbucks has no air conditioning at the moment. I have already been to 2 in the hopes of saving another bra from the tremendous sweat stains that will inevitably develop. But to no avail. I am stuck and sweating my would be balls off if I had them.

EUGH!!!!!!! I can't wait to finish work and take a shower.