WHYYYYYYYY

Some mornings I wake up and ask myself "WHY do you want to be a New Yorker again?" Why dont radiators work the way they are supposed to (ya know, on COLD days)?
Why do you want to cram into a subway with a million other people? Why do you want to cram when you are already agitated and the man who doesn't understand personal space keeps hitting your bag? Why would you want to do this knowing your tendency to drift to homicidal thoughts? Why would you want to walk to work on a sidewalk where no one knows how to walk? Why would you want to nearly get run over by one person then accidentally run over another? Why would you want to smell the things you smell that are in no way appetizing?

UGH!!!!

Some mornings I think the human race would just be better off if I stayed in bed.