Natasha and Alona have been bothering me, making noise and waking me up all morning (true to life). Now I'm up, and apparently Alona hasn't gone to school. She says that she forgot she wasn't in 7th grade, and waited for the bus. It didn't come, and now she's not going to school today.

Both of them are hanging around in my room, and I'm in a big hurry, needing to undress. In order to not be impolite to Alona, I tell them both that I need some privacy. Natasha sort of shrugs it off like I don't need privacy from her, blowing my plan, and Alona is offended and leaves.

Noah is in the basement (different from my real basement) and seeing some very interesting birds. I'd like to identify them, but I can't find my bird book. The bookshelf in the living room has the fronts of the shelves covered with junk, such that I can't see the titles of the books, and I push it off with some frustration, lecturing Natasha about the purpose of having books on a bookshelf where you can see all their titles. I'm getting annoyed now, saying "I'm in a hurry! Where is my damn bird book?!". All I find on the bookshelf is a small New Zealand bird book, not what I'm looking for.

Natasha leads me into my office, which she has rearranged most tastefully, pulling the desk out into the center of the room and coordinating the colors and patterns. Everything seems organized, but still no bird book. Suddenly she becomes Misha, kneeling on the floor and silently appealing to me to appreciate her work. I'm annoyed by her rearranging my stuff, but I take a breath and thank her, to make her happy. In fact, I say, it's time to destroy this chair (a real wooden chair from life that was in my office for a long time, falling apart), and I start smashing it on the ground. Then I find the part with the seat and legs - yes, this is the part I was looking for - and smash it all until it is just a pile of sticks and dust on the floor. That makes her happy because she didn't like the chair.

Different scene. I have had my upper lip surgically removed, up to the base of my nose, and replaced it with a white rubber appliance, probably out of frustration with my complexion. Once it's in place, I forget about it, but looking in the mirror, it is white and has an advertisement for The Simpsons, which is not really a look that I like. I'm trying to put it on, but first I fit it wrong to my mouth. It's kind of hideous, I wish I didn't have to wear it, but now that I've removed that part of my face, it seems it won't grow back. I wish I had preserved my lip in the freezer so that I could now have it put back on.