Dull. Dull. Dull.

Look, New York, it's not like I moved here for the good weather, but you can stop messing around now, alright? If I have to read one more e-mail or blog entry from Ireland talking about the beautiful weather there, while out my window the Empire State Building is shrouded in mist and rain, and dreary grey skies push down with their pathetic attempt at warmth, I'm going right back to Dublin. Even 90% humidity would be better than this. No, wait. Wait. I didn't mean it....