Bring back the June Gloom
I have a sore neck today. Why is that, Leighton? Oh, because I hooked my shoe in my pants yesterday as I was getting up from my desk and I fell to the ground, skinning and bruising both knees in the process.
In other news, every description of New York summers that people warned me with did not adequately prepare me for this hellish surprise. The oppressive heat and humidity cause the entire city to smell like urine or rotting garbage. And although you can feel the sun giving you a dirty tan, you cannot see it because it cannot break through the thick layer of orange/gray haze.
That being said, I love it here.