I am working at the cafe only it is different, more beachy, like raffael's in a way and there is an upstairs and LA LA is still working there. I am doing a lot for them and running around and maybe getting yelled at, so I end up opting on going upstairs where there is some kind of school for kids and people my age with problems and special needs. Hannah (Rob's ex ) is there. I'm not sure if I go at first to join them but they all gravitate toward me right away. I am with a few of them and then one in a white kind of straight jacket grabs me and lays me down with him on a chair but in a sweet way of being like "i like you.be my friend. take a nap."everyone in the main room is sitting in chairs in a half circle curved and faced toward the front of the room away from the door. Now I remember- I had to use the bathroom and kept trying to bring it up but didn't know where it was. When the straight jacket guy has me the flip-flop guy Mansfield from the cafe comes in and eyes us and says "yeah he's got you." Hannah is in the hall after I use the bathroom and she is nice to me then.

While being there I seem to remember something like Greice was saying they had been sent there before, as if it were a kind of punishment.

Joyce asks me to get something from a wooden shelf suspended near the ceiling of the restaurant. To get down I have to climb down a ladder and I do it the wrong way which Joyce points out. I  think I am going to      fall but then I let the ladder fall gently and land on my feet.

Tammie is sitting on the stairs blocking my way. These are different stairs, like at Devons house in a way. She is wearing a big pink fur coat and I start singing Macy Gray at her and she laughs.

When I am up the stairs finally into the attic La La pops her head out and Tammie says something and we both sing "Shes a lady, wo-o-oh she's a lady" and think its very funny.

I am working at Channel Cafe. First I am going around shops with some other people,I think Pierce is one. We are looking for alcohol. It may be New Orleans. I decide to buy a smoothie in a plastic box like you might buy a candy apple in. I check if its vegan and  it is. It is bright pink like pepto bismol. I end up having to work and Joyce sort of puts me in charge or everything behind the counter only behind the counter is different, more industrial. I decide I'll put alcohol in my smoothie drink where before I wasn't going to.

There is some kind of related but seperate flash back to highschool where some friend of mine is going and sleeping in this special teacher room and everytime she goes and Ms. Keating is in there Ms.Keating tells her she can't be in there but nothing ever happens, because, really,we think, Ms.Keating's not supposed to be in there either.

sleeping on the couch at max's in austin

I call Joyce and tell her I will be at work and she says ok and is suprised sounding. Then I remember that it was ok with her if I came back on Tuesday so I text her I'll come Tuesday instead. Then I realize its only the beginning of my second week away and I don't really have to go back to work yet.

Then I am walking with Wes the stylish black man that comes into Channel Cafe, and we are talking and it is more like talking with John Cremona and everything he says I have something to say about and he says something jokingly about how I am one upping everything he says, not exactly one-upping but getting excited over more so and changing the meaning of. 

Something to do with the Channel...Joyce was there, I think I was crying and trying to talk to her. Maybe there was water or flooding and stairs and staircases. Some kind of delivery trying to get done. I overslept.

I am working at The Channel Cafe only its not the Channel. Joyce is there and everyone else plus a ton of other people and we are all in a back room kitchen. It is all chrome silver and everyone is busy doing something. It feels like a factory or an assembly line. I realize I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing and I run around looking at everyone else and trying to remember what I am supposed to be doing.