Improbable road-trip: Thanks to my fast, I'm having weird insomnia, and reality is bleeding into my dreams more than normal. I have a job interview on Friday, which is also the day I move to Burlington for school. Anyway, I dreamt it was Friday, and I was sleeping but trying to wake up in time to make the two hour drive to the city. Somehow, though, I was suddenly in my father's camper, on a road trip somewhere. We eventually stopped at a gas station and went to use the toilets, which were mounted at an angle for some reason, sorta halfway between a toilet and a urinal. I'm reminded of my trip to the Baltics, and how weird the toilets (or lack thereof) were in those countries.