I loathe the summer. Seriously... My normal pleasant personality minus the week I'm PMSing is replaced by a cranky, bitchy, whiny one. Anyone who dares say 'well it's affecting me too you know' is immediately dispersed with my 'Yes, but I'm talking about ME now. ME ME ME. How I feel.' :Jake: and I have been talking about getting an A/C. The problem: Our window closes to the side. He's going to have to board up the window and make it sturdy. *sigh* I hate my apartment. The bitching continues...