Swankily stressed

After coming back from a basketball game that I'm kinda sorry I went to (I could have sung Gilbert and Sullivan, Dammit) I hopped on the 28 bus to come to a friends house to dog sit. Actually, hopped implies quick action. I more like languidly crawled on the 28 as it took an hour to get to the bus stop. *sigh* Reminds me of home. Anyways, takes me an hour to get to my friends house, I go out and walk the dog and he does his thing, I clean it up and we're rolling. Then, I forget my keys to the front door of his apartment complex. Wonderful. I call almost every tenant in the building which was a great exercise in my faith in humanity. I got hung up on and one cranky old woman flat out told me that it was too late and she wasn't going to let me in. Irritating in the extreme, it was. Finally, I call my friend to tell him that me and his dog are going to spend the night outside, and he tells me the "secret code" to get back inside. Relief floods me and I make my way up to his quaint little two room apartment. It's kind of nice living in someone else's existence for a while. I'm also eating his food. Strange to find out other people's habits (the guy keeps his bread in the freezer!) but, I'm quite enjoying it. What I'm not enjoying is the fact that I have to wake up at 6 tomorrow to get ready for the retreat. Oh well, I guess i'm going to have fun.