I arrived in London and like a dumbass forgot to pick up my luggage, just decided to hop into a cab and go to Harlaxton. I get to Harlaxton and it's in a suburban neighborhood crammed between a factory and a freeway. Basically everyone I've ever known is going there, and I'm the only one rooming with a stranger. I get depressed and go outside to smoke hookah in my car (apparently I have a car there) and then Matt and Amy Foster from Canada are in there, so we decide to go driving. I forget you have to drive on the opposite side of the road and almost get us killed by 4 swerving semi-trucks. I turn to go back to Harlaxton and I see Annette Traub and Bryan Wojiechowski, two people I haven't seen in like 3 years. They are like, "Wow, you're here too? We're teaching at Harlaxton."
So then I almost get us killed again on the way back to Harlaxton. And I woke up.
WHAT?!?!
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