February 12, 2006:
You and I were leaving on a road trip somewhere, along with a girlfriend of yours. She hadn't realized I was coming, which was awkward; and I was sick and kept falling asleep in the back seat, which was funny. The two of you went to a grocery store and left me sleeping, which pissed me off until I thought about it. Couldn't well help shopping while konked out after all. We were in your friend's giant old Buick boat which she drove backward through the parking lot at high speed, rather than turn around to exit. She actually stood up inside to see better out the back. We were going to visit your daughter, I think in San Diego. I thought, Did I catch that right? She has a daughter? You were very angry that people wait to be in love before getting married. I was about to agree about how irrational that is when the morning trash truck interjected outside my window.