I arrived in New York today, just in time for the most physically and psychologically debilitating heat wave I've experienced in about a year or so. When temperatures get to be this hot and things get to be this humid, I become barely functional, so much so that I don't even think about sex. And if you know me, you know that's INSANE!
I intended to get some work done today, call friends, go places. But I mainly wandered around Brooklyn and Manhattan in a daze, ducked into stores and movie theaters, and rode the subway back and forth—I was so exhausted from simply existing that I kept falling asleep on the train and the side of my face repeatedly banged against the railing. I probably have a bruise on my face, but I don't even care how I look. And if you know me, you know that's not only INSANE but also a severe compromise of my very IDENTITY!