There's no such thing as a free room.

I was going to write about what an awesome day I just had, but before I could start, my new roommate (who has never had her own room or a single decker bed), informed me (the day before it is due) that she was told she doesn't have to pay rent until the second month she lives here. Tears welling in her eyes, she tells me she isn't thinking of utilities, but that her first rent is due Jan 5th. She's sure of it. "Maybe Kristina is planning to pay for your first month", I say but don't believe, "I'll call her and see". Kristina is the one who still owes me for September and October's utilities and has promised that inspite of her upcoming wedding, she will scrape up the money from somewhere, sometime soon. And my other new roommates haven't been heard from in weeks. Please tell me I'm not going to be evicted because my roommates keep getting married.

I was so excited to write about training Taj from her head and watching a giraffe have a dream. Remind me to tell you about that later.