There's nothing like having a really intense week of trying to fix the problems of the world. You know, providing victims of sexual abuse some therapy, trying to figure out why even though one day it's 70 degrees and the next it's 28 degrees, some people still insist there is no such thing as global warming, developing techniques that will employ better parenting skills...the usual.
And then you turn on VH1 to huge boobs and a bad weave screaming:
"T-Money's outfit really offends me. He has a green jacket on, bright pink shirt, lookin' like a watermelon, and I'm wonderin', 'What, you think I like watermelon? Why? 'Cause I'm BLACK??!"
I (fucking) love New York.