Update..In Case You Cared

Our apartment # is H...and we have fondly named it, 'Hell' as in: I'm gonna go sleep in Hell now.
After coming home and not finding any pigeons(although they seem to come out in the morning so I'm not holding my breath) and slowly began to move things in, I figured our apartment could perhaps move up to pergatory because I darn well know it aint gonna be H for Heaven. I don't know why I'm so obessed with hating my apartment. I went and visited my friends apartments in our complex and I started inspecting all their rooms, under their sinks, and what time of light fixtures they have..yep, turns out they have hanging chandeliers and we only have a flat round light..it doesn't hang, it's nothing special. It makes me so angry. Why can't I let it go? Why can't I stop talking about it? Why GOD WHY GOD.
Oh yeah---
I just found out our window is stuck...back to hell.
Oh well, I tried to be postive.