The Heat

Somehow, the lack of air conditioning here is more painful than anywhere else. In Syracuse when I was this hot, I'd just be pantsless (difficult when you have three roommates who you'd like to convince you're a normal person), or I'd sit on the lawn with a book and a daquiri. Here, it'd be more like huddling on the fire escape. Not as refreshing.

Also, in my neighborhood, people seem to take the heat a lot better than I do. In the laundromat today, while I was the most iridescently shiny white girl you'll ever see (I'm so pale I probably blind people when I sweat), my Dominican neighbors seemed perfectly comfy in the sweltering heat. The kids didn't even open up our fire hydrant. I am apparently the only person for whom 90 degrees and lingering humidity (no Syracuse breezes in the big city) is a problem.

I guess I could just buy an A/C.