I'm... guess where! I don't know, but I'm traveling. I'm leaving in the morning. Scott is traveling with me, but he's working or something until 5, and I'm leaving at 6, so that means it doesn't work out. For some reason it means I have to stay up all night.

Suddenly, it's 9am in the morning. But wait, my flight was at 6, wasn't it? I walk through the living room of the house where I'm staying, rushing to leave. There are a few people sitting around the living room, and I ask them as a group - "hey, can anyone take me to the airport real quick?", and nobody speaks up. What jerks.

I don't know when my flight is; the information is in my luggage. Where is my luggage? It was in the van. But somebody was sleeping in there, and they made a bed and all my stuff is spread out underneath it. I dig for my itinerary, but I can't find it. Some more of my stuff is in another room.

As I'm on the porch, going back into the house, a dark-haired girl is there, and a guy with her. I think she might come visit me sometime. The guy who is with her is telling about how she is sooo nice, just the nicest person ever. She's so nice, he says, she had sex with every single guy that was at Joey's funeral, just to make them feel better.

(for some reason it occurs to me that be that as it may, she won't sleep with me)