Writing to the sounds of Jackhammer Symphony #1 in C-Flat outside the window. On the plus side, it drowns out the Crying Baby Quartet downstairs quite nicely.

Yes, kids, this is the glamour of New York City. You too can move here and listen to a bunch of sweaty guys from Brooklyn in orange vests using metal machines to tear up concrete outside your apartment window on a day when it's too warm to close the windows while you're trying to write.

I now understand why people give me hilarious looks when I mention that I moved here from Florida.

That is all. As you were.