If you ask me, there has nothing worse than being sick for an extended time; It’s excruciating enough when you feel under the weather, but it’s absolute torture when your physical misery is carried out for a number of weeks, however let me tell you, it can be completely deleterious to your mental health if you find yourself stuck with a mysterious sickness that you can’t seem to shake, however that’s how I’ve been feeling for the past several months now, and I am starting to lose it at this point. I’ve been trapped inside my apartment for what seems like a lifetime. I haven’t seen my friends or family in several weeks. I am going stir-insane being trapped inside of my apartment and I feel like the only business I have left is my central heating and cooling equipment. Isn’t that sad? The only thing I can rely on is the consistency of my air conditioner clicking on and off throughout the morning. I first notice a rush of cool air, accompanied by the gentle whooshing sound created as the air passes through my vents; Soon, I can rely on the feeling of ice-cold air settling over my entire bed. I usually settle down into my comforter and try to moderate up the sheets as for the cool air passes over my body, however after 5 or 10 minutes of this, I can always count on the awkward silence when my air conditioner stops operating. There’s no more cool air rushing through the vents, and a more stagnant air quality settles into the room. I know I’ve been trapped in this apartment for a long time, but I am starting to worry about how much I look forward to hearing the air conditioner each morning.