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I am back from New York.

I can now eat and drink food without having to go out somewhere and buy it every single time.

It is no longer way too fucking humid.

But I no longer have air conditioning in the room where I sleep.

My feet hurt a lot a lot.

But I may have developed super-powered New York Legs, allowing me to walk indefinitely, up walls, or all over you as the situation demands.

Everyone in New York is hot.

Or it's just that I looked at more people in ten days in New York than I had in the previous six months.

Everything here is small. But we have a much nicer airport.

I still can't sleep on planes.

Taxis in this city are ridiculous.

I am suddenly feeling very poor.

But I have a lot of pretty books and posters.

I am moving at the end of the month.

Yay.

(This may turn out to be the only thing I get around to posting about my New York trip. If for some reason this will offend you, your only hope is to ask me a pointed, specific question so that I am compelled by the laws of internet honesty to reply.)