Ridiculous neighborhood
So I am well-ensconced in my room in the ridiculous neighborhood. Since everywhere in NYC seems kinda dirty to me, most of my metrics for assessing what is or is not a rich neighborhood are completely busted. The new rule of thumb I'm using is that the wealth of a neighborhood is directly proportional to the number of obviously anorexic women in it.
My room is small, but comfortable, though it's got a Big Problem -- the window is one of those classic "three feet from a brick wall" jobs, and it's never daylight in there. The past coupla days I've been holed up in there working, with the A/C cranked high enough to make the air feel like Seattle's. I'm classifying this as a big-ish mistake -- for one thing, it's caused my sleep schedule to drift such that instead of switching to east coast time, I'm living a schedule that would make sense in Hawaii. This has compounded the no daylight problem, since the only times I'm out and about are dusk and then late at night. Also, the aggressive climate control thing is, I suppose, keeping me from adjusting to godawful humidity. I've decided that tonight I'm going to knock myself out early with benadryl, set an alarm for around dawn, and then vow to not spend _any_ daylight time in my room. As stands, I'm courting _such_ seasonal affective disorder.
My room is small, but comfortable, though it's got a Big Problem -- the window is one of those classic "three feet from a brick wall" jobs, and it's never daylight in there. The past coupla days I've been holed up in there working, with the A/C cranked high enough to make the air feel like Seattle's. I'm classifying this as a big-ish mistake -- for one thing, it's caused my sleep schedule to drift such that instead of switching to east coast time, I'm living a schedule that would make sense in Hawaii. This has compounded the no daylight problem, since the only times I'm out and about are dusk and then late at night. Also, the aggressive climate control thing is, I suppose, keeping me from adjusting to godawful humidity. I've decided that tonight I'm going to knock myself out early with benadryl, set an alarm for around dawn, and then vow to not spend _any_ daylight time in my room. As stands, I'm courting _such_ seasonal affective disorder.