Sleepyhead

I awoke this morning with two slightly terrifying revelations. One, I had forgotten to write a check out for my rent to roommate J, and two, I awoke in the Castro at J's house because I was too lazy to return to my house in la mision last night. I woke up having a nightmare that the nice lesbian couple who rents the apartment to us had come for me with a hanging order. Then I remembered that J never even gives the rent checks to the aforementioned landladies until at least the second week of the month. Whew!
Life in la mision is interesting. From this point forward, all reference to my home will be called "the dog house". Why, you ask? I live in this nice pad with two flatmates, but the animals in the house outnumber us. Right now, we have four dogs (a large spaniel, boxer, enormous lab and a mutt), a cat, and a load of goldfish. Check out the website for the doghouse's more popular resident here.
Every time I enter the pad, four enormous dogs barrel down the hallway barking like crazy, thinking that I'm breaking into the place. Otherwise, they're exceedingly well behaved. Roomie J. made sure of that! Thanks, J!
So, this morning as I shower and dress, and get my coffee from Starbucks, there is a bittersweet feeling in my gut. Going home to the doghouse is far from here, and the bus ride isn't all that, but this house is a pretty awesome place to live, with an alarming number of animals to keep me company.