Chillin

So Kirsten and I finally got my new AC in, and it's wonderful. I mean, I already kinda miss being able to open my window, but I'm just not good with any kind of change, even if it is for the better. There was much prying and cursing when it came to getting the last few panes of glass out, and surprisingly it was the screen that gave us the most trouble. It's pretty useless now, but I'll deal with that when I have to try to fit it back in.

Here's the AC:


And her's the broken screen:


It's nice to be cool. Today I'm going to help Kirsten put in her AC, and it shouldn't be nearly as difficult since she's already done it a few times.

In stupider news, I'm pretty much out of anti-psychotics and I haven't even made a doctors appointment yet. They always close really early, so by the time I'm awake it's too late to call.

I didn't sleep a wink last night. I laid in bed until long after the sunrise, then eventually I fell asleep for a few hours. I had some pretty horrible, but interesting nightmares.

I'm still tired, I don't have much else to say.