Sitting at my computer with Bill, loading him up on software for his new computer. Walking around my apartment with Tracey. The apartment has become a little darker and is set up like it was when Ken (my bastard roommate) was first here. My parents use my bedroom as their living room, so I don’t really know where I slept. Tracey and I are kind of moving around from chair to chair, lots of different kinds of chairs, in the main room. My mom comes out of the bathroom and says something really nice to Tracey, who by now has grabbed a Marlboro light out of her bag and is starting to light it, but I want to kiss her. It becomes really playful, and my mom thinks it is cute. Then we go outside to go somewhere and I notice that the apartment is really in Rockford, not Chicago as I had thought, and looks like it is on 11th street.