Summer Ideal for Rage-Based Cleaning

I've found an excellent use for the misanthropy and resentment I experience after a few minutes in the NYC summer sun. Rage-based cleaning. By the time I get into my balmy apartment I hate everything so much that it's very easy to throw things into give-away bags. Since I had a lot of cleaning up to do, yesterday I turned off the air conditioner to ensure the longevity of my snappishness, and began dispatching once-beloved objects into grocery bags for the Salvation Army. I totally recommend this.