I worked all night, every night. I worked in a van as it drove around, but I don't remember if it was me driving or somebody else. It was very frustrating because on weekend nights I'd forget everything I had done on week nights, and vice versa. So I always felt like I wasn't getting much done. One day I was between some brown hills, and Scott Rouse was there with his muscle car, and he was giving me a ride back to the office or something. Maybe it was just a joyride to show off his car. The sky was dark, too, like one of those gloomy winter days where everything is gray and boring. Scott accelerated his car really fast, and my head was hanging back over the seat for a while until I managed to pull the head rest up. We were going up a hill, still accelerating, and passing some blue cars in the right lane.

Back in the van between the brown hills I was talking online with YC. I told her that I had been working too much, and it was messing up my life, and I should come home at 4:00 today (which was a Friday) instead of the usual 7:00 so we could go for a bike ride out to the Drumlin State Trail. That would give us 3 hours each way before the sun set.