I'm sleepy and interpreted 60 degree weather to be a lot warmer than it is and so am dressed too lightly. Dressing in New York is like Moldova all over again. I am either over-dressed and burning up, or under-dressed and chilled to the bone. I can't win. In Moldova I was just getting the hang of wearing thermal tights under jeans, and I move here and sweat like a crazy on the train. I get to school looking disheveled, my make-up smeared and my hair plastered to my forehead. Today I yawned all through a perfectly interesting class because my body couldn't keep warm.
At least my apartment is warm. I sit in it not unlike I did in my one heated room in my apartment in Ocnita; scantily clad and in one spot for hours.
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